“You’re off yer chops”,remarked the bloke behind the servo counter as I trembled a credit card at the never-never machine on the counter. “You should be at the pub in front of the fire”.
Let me step back a bit. All week the weather report had been less than encouraging. The weekend was gonna be more suited to building a windsurfing ark than riding motorcycles. The soft part of the crew suddenly realised they had their undies to iron. This ride had been planned for a few weeks, and as it involved more organisation than a head-of-State visit, two of us were not to be put off by a little rain and wind.
The camping gear was put aside as a concession to bad weather, hard accommodation booked at Licola Wilderness Lodge, and maps were scoured for route alternatives.
There were so many ways to get there, we figured, maybe we could ride around a few drops of rain?
Storm boy
Saturday dawned clear and sunny. “Ha! Bloody weather bureau,” we chortled. “What do they know anyway?
この記事は Adventure Rider Magazine の February/March 2019 版に掲載されています。
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この記事は Adventure Rider Magazine の February/March 2019 版に掲載されています。
7 日間の Magzter GOLD 無料トライアルを開始して、何千もの厳選されたプレミアム ストーリー、8,500 以上の雑誌や新聞にアクセスしてください。
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