Well, votes in, I suck. But I haven’t been doing anything really fun on my motorcycle lately, so I forgive myself. The weather has turned, the cold has arrived in Canberra and the heated grips on Stella have been in use for a fortnight or so.
Autumn is one of my favourite times of year. I love the colour changes, the winding down and closing up of the world. The sky darkens earlier, and everything gets a hard, glittery sheen from cold. I love summer warmth and long days and gentle nights, but something in my soul resonates deeply with autumn, and quietly celebrates. Then I bitch and moan my way through winter lol.
But back to Stella. New chain and sprockets have had a second adjustment and are doing just fine. Needs an oil change though, starting to get that crunch from first to second that heralds the change. Got a new front tyre and brake pads about 6 weeks ago, feels fantastic. Did blow a headlight last week, which was quite annoying. I now have one new and one old lol, white and orange and purple :-) to be bought back into proper affect shortly!
The little Duke is cracking on. I took its big brother, the 690, for a test ride a couple of months ago – and I have to say, I didnt enjoy it. Everything that is charming about the 390 was grating about the 690. And my ass was completely numb within 10 mins. At least now I know, and can stop entertaining it as a possible replacement.
The above photo has nothing to do with riding, but it’s still important. This is the Australian War Memorial at dawn on Anzac Day this year, the 25th April. This year marks 100 years since the ANZAC forces landed at Gallipoli during the first world war. With all the media circus and press surrounding the commercialisation of the event (basically, some big brands tried really hard to cash in, and it back fired – as it should have) it was still a poignant moment – to see the record numbers of people (estimated to be around 130,000) standing there, in compete silence as the sky begins to lighten, to honour the people who have served our country and all those who died in conflict – it gave me hope. I can’t really tell you why, but it did. I was expecting people to come for the circus, but instead they came in respect.