Its a little bit like Christmas – Intermot 2014

Well, it would be if someone would buy me tickets and airfares to get there……(maybe one day I’ll be such a popular blogger that that’s feasible? Hmm) but regardless, the news and photos that have been coming out of this year’s Intermot (held in the fabulous Cologne, Germany) has been pretty exciting. There’s been the Ducati Scrambler, a very interesting Ktm electric bike that I really want more details on, and the interesting news that Triumph has released a mash up of the Street Triple and the Daytona, called the Street Triple RX.

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Shamelessly stolen from Instagram (motostation)

Hmm. I’m not completely sold, but I am incredibly biased so we have to keep that in mind. To me, the banana seat suits the more upright positioning on the Street, and the racer style seat suits the tuck of the Daytona. But, ultimately, it will take seat time to determine, so if I get an opportunity dear reader I will be sure to report back.
Oh and the Kawasaki H2R supercharged track version 298hp bike was shown off. It’s been declared a game changer. I’m very curious to see where it goes from here, with the street version tipped for unveiling in November.

And remember readers, if you have spare tickets, I’ll be your best friend…..

UPDATE: news on the new R1! Well, a hint anyway. Dammit teaser campaigns.

3 November 2014 – The beginning of a new era: http://youtu.be/NY9IfAOK4jM

This is a bit grrrrr

Its a long weekend here, and its glorious and sunny, but I havent gotten out for a ride. A combination of not really feeling well, and a strong freezing wind coming in from the Snowies. Its not actually blowing right now, so OH is trying to persuade me to go for a ride now. But its 12:30am, and the skippys are out. Ah well.

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Random picture of an awesome Enfield parked in Munich.

Miss me yet?

I certainly hope not :) its been quite quiet around mi casa lately, spending some time getting some of our possessions organised and letting go of things we dont need – not ready to tackle our garage yet tho!
Stella did get a new rear tyre last Saturday, which had been a great relief – the tyre wasnt too bad but was down to marker in one bit and just felt a bit skittery so no point delaying, on with a new one. I was very happy with the performance of the Dunlop Q3’s so had that fitted again, but might investigate what else is around next time they come due. Life is all about variety!
I’m still enjoying the Duke, and the spring weather has been fucking beautiful. If only I could rid the world of wattle (a hayfever inducing native plant for any international readers) I would be far happier being out in this lovely weather.

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Random picture of a random canon firing from when I was in Adelaide for work last week. Ka-BOOM!

Lunch at the beach

I really have very boring post titles. I did originally call this ‘the day of annoying zombie drivers and police at opportune times’ but that didn’t look quite right. Anyway, on with the day.

It was decided last night that we were going to pack a couple of sandwiches and find somewhere nice to eat them for lunch today. Verbal heads or tails determined that we were going to do a Two Mountains loop (down the Clyde Mt and back up Brown Mt) and at some point, we’d stop somewhere scenic and eat our yummy yummy sangas. This is different from our usual rides as we either plan to go have lunch somewhere, or end up quickly scoffing a servo pie etc while trying to figure exactly how much day light was left and where we were going to be when we ran out of it. (This time of year, if its more than an hour from home – the last possible fuel stops before Canberra – it means creative ways to keep warm. Newspaper and rubber gloves do help, I can attest.) So this a was bit novel and a little exciting. Thank God for cheap entertainment lol.

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Always a good day when this bag is strapped on the back of a motorbike

We actually got away quite early for us, and despite the traffic doing its best to thwart us at every turn, got down to Batemans Bay before midday. We were having a dream run down the Clyde, until the first hairpin where we caught up to a caravan and a boat :/. Got around them eventually but this interruption marked the begining of the downfall.
While fueling up in the Bay, we decided Narooma would be a beautiful place for our samdwiches, and set off. The Princes Highway is a lovely, bendy, engaging piece of road you can not afford to not pay 100% attention to. Its quite a fatal bit of road for its beauty, but to be fair most of the issues are with the drivers, not the road. So I got quite annoyed with the several drivers that were going well under the speed limit, except when there was an overtaking lane approaching, and weren’t paying enough attention to keep to their lane positioning. It drives me nuts when they’re all over the lane and either wandering into oncoming traffic or off onto the shoulder (thanks for the gravel shower you douche) and then go ‘oh no I will not let you pass!’ Well why the fuck not? I just want to get away from your scary shit!
But thankfully, most of the police came by while we were stuck behind slow people, and they didn’t see us overtaking.
But anyway, this is where we had lunch.

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Why no dogs??

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Gorgeous but overexposed and unable to fix on phone :/

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Correct colors

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Mine?

I was sitting on an old salt eaten bench, with my sandwich in my lap taking that last photo, and could’ve stayed there all day. No wind, warm but not hot, bright but not glarey, and the smell of salt water heavy in the air. Just glorious.

But alas, our sandwiches were soon comsumed, the day was getting away and it was time for us to move on.

We continued down the Princes into Bega (home of the cheese! The town literally stinks!) for fuel and then back out for the run up Brown Mt. Great fun, the road was very quiet, until we got to a hairpin and on the other side was Mr Plod, slowly labouring the non HWP vehicle up the mountain. Bye fun, see you next time. When they caught up to an even slower horse float and made no move to overtake, we stopped for a roadside break. We then caught up to then again about 50km further up the road, behind a terrified Mitsubitshi doing between 80 and 100. We did that dance as long as we could (prob 20km) before slowly and carefully overtaking. The cop seemed happy to let us go and made no move to follow so we continued on, on the speed limit, and quickly left then behind. I wonder how long he lasted behind that magna lol.

A quick, chilly shower and a couple of hmmm moments regarding the ‘range to empty’ display on the Duke and we were home.

Currywurst for dinner, and bed sleep zzzzz. Over 500km, and not enough water lol.

Lunch at the beach

I really have very boring post titles. I did originally call this ‘the day of annoying zombie drivers and police at opportune times’ but that didn’t look quite right. Anyway, on with the day.

It was decided last night that we were going to pack a couple of sandwiches and find somewhere nice to eat them for lunch today. Verbal heads or tails determined that we were going to do a Two Mountains loop (down the Clyde Mt and back up Brown Mt) and at some point, we’d stop somewhere scenic and eat our yummy yummy sangas. This is different from our usual rides as we either plan to go have lunch somewhere, or end up quickly scoffing a servo pie etc while trying to figure exactly how much day light was left and where we were going to be when we ran out of it. (This time of year, if its more than an hour from home – the last possible fuel stops before Canberra – it means creative ways to keep warm. Newspaper and rubber gloves do help, I can attest.) So this a was bit novel and a little exciting. Thank God for cheap entertainment lol.

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Always a good day when this bag is strapped on the back of a motorbike

We actually got away quite early for us, and despite the traffic doing its best to thwart us at every turn, got down to Batemans Bay before midday. We were having a dream run down the Clyde, until the first hairpin where we caught up to a caravan and a boat :/. Got around them eventually but this interruption marked the begining of the downfall.
While fueling up in the Bay, we decided Narooma would be a beautiful place for our samdwiches, and set off. The Princes Highway is a lovely, bendy, engaging piece of road you can not afford to not pay 100% attention to. Its quite a fatal bit of road for its beauty, but to be fair most of the issues are with the drivers, not the road. So I got quite annoyed with the several drivers that were going well under the speed limit, except when there was an n overtaking lane approaching, and weren’t posing enough attention to keep to their lane positioning. It success me nuts when they’re all over the lane and either wandering into oncoming traffic or off onto the shoulder (thanks for the gravel shower you douche) and then go ‘oh no I will not let you pass!’ Well why the fuck not? Just want to get away from your scary shit!
But thankfully, most of the police came by while we were stuck behind slow people, and they didn’t see us overtaking.
But anyway, this is where we had lunch.

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Why no dogs??

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Gorgeous but overexposed and unable to fix on phone :/

image

Correct colors

image

Mine?

I was sitting on an old salt eaten bench, with my sandwich in my lap taking that last photo, and could’ve stayed there all day. No wind, warm but not hot, bright but not glarey, and the smell of salt water heavy in the air. Just glorious.

But alas, our sandwiches were soon comsumed, the day was getting away and it was time for us to move on.

We continued down the Princes into Bega (home of the cheese! The town literally stinks!) for fuel and then back out for the run up Brown Mt. Great fun, the road was very quiet, until we got to a hairpin and on the other side was Mr Plod, slowly labouring the non HWP vehicle up the mountain. Bye fun, see you next time. When they caught up to an even shower horse float and made no move to overtake, we stopped for a roadside break. We then caught up to then again about 50km further up the road, behind a terrified Mitsubitshi doing between 80 and 100. We did that dance as long as we could (prob 20km) before slowly and carefully overtaking. The chop seemed happy to let us go and made no move to follow so we continued on, on the speed limit, and quickly left then behind. I wonder how long he lasted behind that magna lol.

A quick, chilly shower and a couple of hmmm moments regarding the ‘range to empty’ display on the Duke and we were home.

Currywurst for dinner, and bed sleep zzzzz. Over 500km, and not enough water lol.

Yellow & Grey Decor

archetypicalone:

I’m fucking loving acid yellow and grey right now – and I have no idea why. I’m far from a sunshiny happy person, but I see the pairing of different shades of grey mixed with the caustic yellow and think ‘I could totally have that in my house. I bet I could even get my purple couch to work in, if I had the right shade of yellow.’ WTF is wrong with me? I fucking hate yellow.

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