MAN CAVE.

Back in July 2017 when I took delivery of my new Harley I was looking forward to clocking up thousands of HOG miles in the way I used to.

As fate would have it, that was not to be. Poor health and a few other issues, including the weather have kept me off the bike and I’ve only racked up 470 klms or about 292 miles. Just not good enough.

My new machine hasn’t been neglected though.

Seeing my mate’s Aladdin’s Cave made me think about creating my own Man’s Cave in which to store the Harley and the idea is finally becoming a reality.

There is a long way to go, with a wet bar , a couch, a TV, a stereo and sliding glass french doors leading to the outside with a covered patio and BBQ. Really, that’s a long, long, long way to go. Wishful thinking on my part really.

However, the FLSS fits nicely on its carpet square, adjacent to the compressor and a small cupboard containing cleaning gear and other Harley bits and pieces. I was able to fit in a book case too with a shelf reserved for Harley paraphernalia.

I was able to scrounge a coat rack too upon which I’ve hung my jackets and vests.

With the locking ring securely bolted to the floor and the space alarmed, I can securely leave the bike safely stored and out of harm’s way.

Now it’s widely acknowledged that there are many Harley detractors around the place here in The Land Down Under who crack the usual jokes about Harleys, Utes and Cattle Dogs. I don’t have a ute or a cattle dog but I do have a full set of Stanley sockets, spanners and the works stored away in their bright yellow carry case. I included it in the image so detractors will see I am prepared for any eventuality.

I couldn’t resist taking a photo of my baby safely snoozing in its new home.

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HOME SWEET HOME.

Hoo roo for now

 

11 thoughts on “MAN CAVE.

  1. Good to hear from you again Bones, I was getting worried!
    Its nice to see that you are looking after your new baby, she looks very snug and at home in your Man Cave!
    Look after yourself, Dookes.

    1. Thanks mate. I’ve kept up to speed with your wet winter rides. I wouldn’t swop but today at 39c it was tempting. Same for the rest of this week. Lots of smoke from raging bushfires about 30ks from home. No risk to Casa Creakingbones but the smoke isn’t pleasant and the windows have to be kept shut. At Least the air con make it tolerable inside.

  2. Harley detractors–they’re not only in The Land Down Under, but believe it or not, there are many here in The States as well…

    What is it with cattle dogs and utes? (I had to look up Australia’s definition. In my neck of the woods, Utes are Native Americans of the Ute tribe, or students, sports teams, and the mascot of the University of Utah.)

  3. Thanks Ry. I looked up ‘pickups’ when I first saw the word in an American car magazine. I thought it meant the cars were good for picking up ‘ sheilas’ as we once used to call girls. I think in your world it used to be ‘dames’. Utes is our short description of Utility Vehicles that you know as Pickups. Isn’t language fun.

    Down here cattle dogs and utes go together and the knockers reckon that if you have a Harley then you also need a ute to bring the bike home when it breaks down and the cattle dog will have to travel in the cab, not the tray..

    1. Ahhh, got it–the cattle dog complements the ute, which some think is necessary if one owns a HOG… πŸ˜‰

      I do love the slight differences in our lingos: Here, utes are–as you discovered–pickups, pickup trucks, or (simply) trucks, and though cabs are cabs, trays here are beds or truck beds. So, yes, a fella would be quite lucky to pick up a dame in his pickup and end up hanging out in the bed, say, under the stars… πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜‰

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