SWMBO’s FIRST FEW DAYS AS AN HARLEY – DAVIDSON OWNER.

SWMBO found the transition to forward controls on her Harley a little disconcerting after riding so many miles on her Beemer.

For the first few weeks of ownership, we did many rides just concentrating on braking, normal and emergency stops, slow speed manouvering and all the usual things riders do when riding something different for the first few hundred miles or so.

I’d purchased SWMBO an open face helmet to go with the Harley but it didn’t take long for the open face helmet to be relegated to the cupboard and replaced with her favourite, the multi coloured full face.

It wasn’t long before SWMBO was totally familiar with the forward controls, gear box operation and vibration in the lower gears and was as proficient on the road as she had been on her Beemer.

Here are a few images I made during those maiden voyages.

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BACK IN THE FULL FACE HELMET.
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GIVING THE OPEN FACE ONE LAST TRY.
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ARE WE THERE YET?
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WHERE’S THE COFFEE SHOP?
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SIZE DOES MATTER
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TAKING PRIME SPOT IN THE GARAGE. FIRST IN BEST DRESSED.

Hoo roo for now

WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE – MORNING.

Here at Cassa Creakingbones every morning  follows the same ritual; coffee followed by  cereals, toast, fruit and more coffee.

Fortunately there is one  departure from routine.

Sunday mornings.

First, peruse the two Sunday dailies.

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THE SUNDAY TELEGRAPH. ITS ADVERTISING JINGLE USED TO BE,’ SUNDAY JUST ISN’T SUNDAY WITHOUT THE SUNDAY TELEGRAPH.’ 

 

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WHEN IT WAS A BROADSHEET THE SMH WAS THE INTELLECTUAL’S CHOICE. THAT WAS BACK IN THE DREAMTIME BEFORE IT BECAME JUST ANOTHER NEWSPAPER.

Second, determine which  local or distant cafe will be our venue for breakfast.

Today we chose to go to Roses Cafe, a pleasant cafe overlooking our local central park.

She Who Must Be Obeyed chose Eggs Benedict whilst my selection was simple scrambled eggs with bacon, grilled tomatoes and toast.  In addition we added the almost compulsory coffee and orange juice.

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PERFECT EGGS BENEDICT COMPLETE WITH GROUND BLACK PEPPER.
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SCRUMPTIOUS SCRAMBLED EGGS WITH GOODIES.
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WELL PRESENTED HOT, TASTY COFFEE.

In addition to their great blackboard menu, Roses Cafe is well known for the prepared delicacies which stand refrigerated at the counter where clients place their orders. Close proximity to the displays makes menu decisions somewhat difficult. Here’s why and just a note, these two images don’t show every available goodie or nibble.

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PART ONE

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PART TWO.

All of these refrigerated morsels are freshly prepared and cooked on a daily basis. I know a couple of locals who are progressively making their way along each shelf from left to right.  They reckon its the only way to go.

Today too, by way of a change, I used my iPhone-6s-Plus to make the images.   I found it amusing that using the phone to make the photographs created no interest at all from the cafe’s staff or customers.  On the other hand, if I presented with my DSLR you’d think I had two heads, the way people stare.  Lesson well learned.

Hoo roo till next week.

 

 

PARTING COMPANY WITH OLD T SHIRTSH

_DSC4595   I know it’s normal for a bloke to accumulate T-shirts and I certainly fall into that category.

However, should one become a motorcyclist and over time become the proud owner of say, a Triumph, a BMW or a Harley Davidson, each of which are associated with specific owner T-shirts , then things soon change on the T-shirt collection front.

I speak from experience having owned a selection of those particular bikes over the years, including one Suzuki and one Honda.

Owning the first three mentioned bikes in particular creates the inevitability of joining the riding club associated with the marque.

There is for example the Triumph Riders for Trumpy owners, the Ulysses Club for any marque, the BMW Club, the BMW Safarys, both obviously for Beemers and of course, the Harley Owners Club, known as HOG

I’ve been a member of the Harley Owners Group for 24 years now, with the associated exponential increase in my Harley T-shirt collection.

The same goes for the Ulysses Club although their T-shirts remain basically static in colour with the copyright ‘Grow Old Disgracefully ‘ logo . These two factors effectively create a much smaller desire to purchase. Of course a number of the Ulysses shirts are,or were, in my collection.

During our BMW ownership days, we attended every BMW Safari and received the specific T-shirt as part of our participation fee.

We joined the BMW Touring Club as well and added their T-shirts to our collection.

However, our HOG membership is a totally different story.

We are both Life Members of HOG International and belong to two Australian HOG Chapters, with off course the relevant distinctive Chapter T shirts.  Naturally those T-shirts change from time to time and are rapidly acquired in order as they say in the military, to remain Regimentally Dressed.

Every year, each Australian State is the venue for a State HOG Rally with its signature T-shirt included in the attendance fee.

Then there is the annual National HOG Rally with its own signature T-shirt, also included in the attendance fee.

But that’s not the end of the HOG T-shirt experience. Every Harley dealership world wide has its own specific range of T-shirts featuring imagery and wording relating to that dealership and its surrounding countryside.

Of course they are irresistible and fall into the ‘Must Have’ category.

Every T-shirt becomes a prized collectors item and more importantly, secures bragging rights wherever HOG members gather, particularly if the wearer’s T-shirt is unique.

Now all that guff is important, but, there comes a time in every motorcyclist’s life when his ‘Significant Other’ alerts him to the fact that there is no more drawer, cupboard, cardboard box or plastic garbage bag space available in the house, garage or shed.

Accordingly, as a sensitive news age guy(SNAG), when this dreadful state of affairs was recently and dramatically(no need for further description) brought to my attention I took the decision that the local Opp Shop would be the recipient of any T-shirt I could bear to part with.

Now as is the custom in this modern technological age, I took to Google for guidance.

There I learned the correct process to follow in the disposal of valuable artefacts and it has worked perfectly for me. I’m sure it will for you too when and if the need arises.

Firstly, you designate proposed Heaps according to the following formula:

1   MUST KEEP.

2   SHOULD DEFINITELY GO.

3    COULD GO.

Completing Heap number 1 is relatively simple to achieve. Even your ‘Significant Other’ recognises the continued importance of the T-shirts in Heap number 1.

Heap number 2 is slightly more difficult however. Significant fading, shrinkage, minor damage or no longer possessing the bike to which the T-shirt refers greatly assist in this phase of decision making.

I should point out at this juncture that Heap number 2 is where input from your ‘Significant Other’ really locks in place and that advice should, no, must be taken into account at your peril.

At this juncture I must point out that decisions relating to Heaps 1 and 2 are irreversible and binding on all involved parties.

Heap number 3 is where the major problems arise and again it is where Google provides sage advice.

When no further T-shirts can be discovered or found anywhere in the vicinity and all tidying up and Heap allocation has been completed, all work on the Heaps must cease for a minimum of 24 hours.

This in non negotiable.

Then, when the 24 hour truce has passed, Heap number 3 again becomes the centre of attention.

Significant T-shirts that have found their way into Heap number 3 are permitted, without rancour, to be removed and placed into Heap number 1.

When that process has been completed, should anything remain in Heap number 3, the  remainder must be combined with Heap number 2, be bagged up securely and removed forthwith to a place of safety, prior to prompt delivery to the designated Opp Shop.

It’s always difficult to say goodbye. It’s simply amazing how inanimate objects can attain such intrinsic emotional value in the human psyche.

However, I did manage to sneak photographic images of the final content of Heaps 2 and 3 and those images follow.

So there we are. No captions on the images required.

Hoo for now.

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C ARS, CARS AND MORE CARS.

Out of the blue one day last week, She Who Must Be Obeyed suggested we buy a new car.

Great idea I thought, our present vehicles are large and cumbersome, will not fit in multi story car parks, are expensive to maintain and are getting a bit long in the tooth.

Mr Brown as we call him is 31 years old and qualifies to be registered as an historic vehicle. We bought him new in 1984 and he has travelled nearly 500,000 klms. Still goes like a rocket and  never ‘fails to proceed’ as is said in Rolls Royce parlance.

Then there is Mr Green. He is a lot younger at only 13 year of age. He too has been up a few hills and is nearing 400,000 klms on the clock.

As you can see, we are not sit at home types.

So, the tyre kicking commenced almost immediately.

Of course, our two beloved Landrovers were not going to be looking for a new home. Indeed not, they are part of the fabric of life at Casa Creakingbones and thoughts of trade ins or for sale signs were never a consideration.

First, VW’s. Lovely, smart, a little quirky, reasonably priced and the two of us could fit in the front of the vehicle range with reasonable comfort.

Next we looked at the KIA range. The Cerato with all its modern electronics and gadgetry was spacious, comfortable, within our price range and the colours available were all desirable. It even has a full size spare tyre and wheel.

Then came the Mazda 3. Wow, luxuries galore, everything that opens and shuts, sharp pricing, great reputation and is the most popular small car in our little part of the world.

Not far away from the Mazda dealership is the Nissan car yard. Boy oh boy, is the Nissan Pulsar SSS a car and a half. Electronics everywhere, turbocharged petrol engine, loads of torque, spacious, great trunk for filling with groceries or picnic gear. In metallic red paint it looks like a million dollars on wheels.

Finally we took a peek at the little Suzuki Swift. Great little machine, realistic price too, you could buy a matching pair for just a tad under the cost of the top of the range models we had previously looked at.

Back at home, armed with brochures, price lists, option schedules, service costs, road side assist tables, standard and extended warranty comparison sheets, we commenced drawing up our comparison list. Regular references to reviews contained within Mr Google were also undertaken.

All done we began allocating points out of ten for relevant features in order to reach a rational conclusion about our intended purchase. Colour was not an issue as we both know that heat from the sun comes in through the car windows, not through the body work, so white or black, who cares.

Then we had a spontaneous joint eureka moment. Are we both stark raving mad? Why do we need another car?

We have two vehicles already, both pass mechanical inspection tests, are regularly serviced and  reliable. We know them backwards, they even have matching number plates and I suspect they even know their names.

Then there is the motor bike too and three bicycles. As an extra bonus, we live within easy walking distance of our town’s main street and it’s only $10.00 in a taxi if we don’t feel like walking home with the groceries.

Then there was immediate consensus over the inevitable coffee break. A new car is no longer on our acquisition list.

On Monday I’ll be on the phone to each of the friendly salesmen we met, just to let them know that we are out of the market but will keep them in mind should we embark on this exercise again in future.

The car bit out of the way, I can now begin to scheme and plot about acquiring a hot air balloon.

Hoo roo for now.

PHOTO101 DAY 14 SCALE & OBSERVATION

Motorcycles and Teddy Bears of most descriptions seldom mix and are rarely thought of nor seen other than in their actual physical size. It follows therefore that to see the two together, almost joined at the hip, as the saying goes, would give the observer an idea of their representative scale.

So, seeing the two together in my backyard, I thought, here is a combination fitting for day 14 of Photo 101. I’m no engineer or mathematician so I’m unable to calculate the scale of the bear in relation to the scale of the bike. For the second requirement of Day 14, close observation will reveal to the viewer my selected viewpoint. No prize is on offer for the correct observation and no bear was injured in the making of this image.

By the way, this bear has never been down to the woods unaccompanied.

However, I will reveal all in a later post if necessary.

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HARLEY BEAR AND HARLEY DAVIDSON ENJOYING A BREAK FROM THE OPEN ROAD.