The irrepressible Ms Fits, AKA HollyC has been offered a wonderful opportunity- the opportunity to join me on the wonderful (and safe!) Speed Triple (from Triumph)
So far:
- She’s accepted
- She’s ducked out
- Gone away
- Said yes again
- Sought advice
- Declined
- Put it to a vote
So today’s blogging is all about why she should go.

1/ I’ve never crashed.
Apart from the fall overs when Rachel and I went on our trip- in deep sand, at 5 km/h, I’ve never crashed a bike on the road. I’ve had moments (on my own NEVER, with a pillion) and gone close, but never laid it down.
2/ I have awesome hazard awareness.
I’ve ridden a bike in traffic; to and from work for many years. I haev never had a car do something unexpected. Illegal, stupid, mindless, crappy, fucked up, nutty, inane, malicious, nasty, lame, ghey ALL THAT- but never unexpected. I can see things before they happen. Like Darth Vader.
3/ I do not have a death wish.
Despite a penchant for dangerous things, or rather a penchant for things that happen to be dangerous, I do not seek to risk my life. I don’t like skydiving, bungie jumping etc as they are simply life risking things without skill required. If the thrill you seek is a a near death experience- then take “heroic” doses of heroin.
4/ Riding on a bike is fucking amazing.
With the “death related” things out of the way, let’s talk fun. A gentle (ie at or below the speed limit) cruise throught the hills or along the seaside road can be the most tranquil, yet intense experience you can have. A long sweeping turn at speed clears your mind and teaches you how to focus. Leaning into turns, the wind, the noise. It’s pretty real. (gag all you like, it’s true)
5/ I don’t set out to scare people.
It’s not my intention to scare people off a bike- it’s to give them the insight into what it is they have been missing out on for all these years. I let my pillions set their comfortable level of intensity and pace- then occasionally give it a squirt. Or show that two wheels can be fun, one wheel fun-er-er.
Where we are going
After collecting Fits from her north of the Yarra abode and dressing her in a mix of fibreglass, kevlar, gore-tex, leather and so on; we’ll cruise out on the eastern freeway to its end. We’ll then twist and turn our way (no more than 60km/h) to Warrandyte. Then wind it up on the 80km/h roads to St Andrews.
Then we’ll hit it a bit on the crazy, slow, twisty roads to Kinglake.
Then the faster sweepers and mixed tighter stuff to Healesville. Lunch.
At this point we’ll either:
- Go back the way we came
- Go the Black Spur/Reefton Spur combo to Warburton then home
- Go straight home
- Drop Fits off at the bus stop with sick bag
It’s an adventure, Fits. on ya hop. Throw a leg over.
See a scary video: