On the 4th July this year,  American Independence Day,  I celebrated my birthday over a quiet lunch in town with SWMBO and,  as you can imagine,  our conversations traversed our yesterdays and what the future offered us.

Over the last few years SWMBO and I have, with our advancing years, faced a few significant health challenges and these ups and downs had impacted heavily on SWMBO’s golf and my motorcycling .

Fortunately,  in my case,  radical robot surgery completely removed my cancer and I am now totally free of the big C.  During the same difficult time, SWMBO emerged from a series of brain scans to be greeted with the wonderful news that no nasties had been discovered.

Over my birthday lunch we decided that the past was the past and realised we had plenty to look forward to.

That was when SWMBO presented me with my birthday present,  a T-shirt  with this fantastic message emblazoned across the chest:

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I couldn’t help myself, I put it on and swanned around the restaurant like a kid with a new toy.  Some of the patrons in the place  were quite amused whilst others obviously weren’t.  I couldn’t give a hoot. I could see a whole new chapter opening for SWMBO and myself.

Now for the past three years my beloved 2014 Harley Heritage Softail Classic has hardly been out of the shed. My new T-shirt convinced me that had to change.

Accordingly SWMBO and I prowled motorcycle dealers, kicked a lot of tyres and became more convinced than ever that I’m a rusted on Harley Davidson rider.

We visited a couple of Harley dealers within a 200 klm radius of home and a few weeks back as we entered one dealership,  SWMBO’s eyes lit up and she indicated an Olive Gold softail that had caught her eye.

Sure enough, it fitted me like a glove, was a little lighter than my Heritage and most importantly, SWMBO told me I looked good on it. Plus I liked the colour and loved the logo.

For the past twenty five years I’ve always dealt with the same Harley dealer and with one phone call, our deal was done.

A week ago today, my brand new 2017 Harley Davidson softail  FLSS was was delivered  to our door. What a ripper of a motorcycle.

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Now, am I a happy little vegemite?  Am I ever! The bike’s colour is Olive Gold Denim.  I understand it’s a little complicated to maintain but it’s  well worth any extra effort.

I was sorry to see my Heritage Softail taken away, it was my 5th black Heritage and I was really attached to that model Harley but, as my new T-shirt says,  ‘never underestimate an old man with a motorcycle who was born in July.’

Just for the record though, one last image of my beloved 2014 Heritage Softail Classic. I hope it goes to a good home.heritage-with-a-bit-more-bling_0603_0002-copy

Hoo roo for now

PS. Don’t ask me what it’s like to ride. Everyone knows that you don’t take your Harley out when the weather is crook. Therefore it is still standing, unridden, in the exact spot where the scarcely ridden Heritage stood.







One of the great things about being a motorcyclist is accumulating T shirts. After you have acquired your first T shirt, they just seem to multiply and fill drawer after drawer.

Strangely, the same phenomena occurs with caps, except the leather variety of course.

Now the other day as I donned my favourite Harley cap that I had bought from Dudley Perkins Co in San Francisco, CA, back in 1992, She Who Must Be Obeyed said to me,’ Why are you still wearing stuff you bought way back in the last century?’

What a revelation! A bloke likes to wear his age well, but advertising you are still partially stuck in the 20th century. No way, after all, just being in the 21st century is a genuine bonus, and 16 years in to boot.

Now tomorrow being Valentines Day I thought I’d show the Mistress of Cassa Creakingbones how much I valued her observations about my headwear. How to do so without buying heart shaped chocolates was the problem.

Then it dawned on me, T shirts from the 20th century.

Under cover of darkness I ratted through my wardrobe(closet to my American friends) and the drawers of the dresser.

What a find, ancient T shirts still neatly ironed and folded, just waiting to be worn.

Not long after first light this morning, I snuck into my studio and photographed some of the collection before I tucked them all away in the studio’s loft, to be retrieved and discussed when the heat is off.

Now I hope my Harley owner friends who read this blog will forgive me for including evidence of an occasional lapse where I’ve been astride a BMW since getting the Harley bug in 1992.

The following images from some of my last century T-shirt collection are here for your amusement. I’ve cropped off most of the shirt fabric as I’m sure oceans of black are of no interest to you.

Last Century T shirt 3_20160213_0001 copy 2In 1962,my employer sent me to the United States of America on a study tour. My first port of call just happened to be the above Harley Dealer in LA where I bought the cap that’s caused today’s feverish exercise.

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When time permits I’ll photograph the balance of my last century T-shirts and in the mean time I’ll come to a decision as to their ultimate fate, in full consultation of course with the Mistress of Cassa Creakingbones.

Hoo roo for now.

PS. The lengthy report I submitted to my superiors after three months overseas conducting  fastidious, meticulous and learned research contained no mention of Harley Davidson dealerships in the USA, Canada and other countries.