Adventure Rider

Electronics are clearly going to play a huge part in the future of adventure riding. There’s the looming move to outlaw the internal-combustion engine for starters. It’s a little way off, but I believe it’s definitely coming. I expect there’ll still be enthusiasts who form clubs and have special dispensation to run internal-combustion engines at […]

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Two weeks on Safari. There’s something pretty cool about being involved with people’s motorcycle riding dreams and memories. I’m sitting back reflecting on two amazing weeks of working on this year’s Tassie GS Safaris. Yes, ‘Safaris’. There were two. Because the first one sold out in less than an hour and the waiting list was

Karen changes what she can’t accept and accepts what she can’t change. I’ve come to the conclusion, finally, that there are many things that I will never get to do in my lifetime. There’s simply too much to do and see, and not enough time for it all. There are things I have tried to

Miles’ column recently renounced the practice of trailering bikes to adventure riding places,encouraging us to enjoy our road riding, especially the corners. As most adventure-riding places these people trailer their wheels to scare the titanium plates out of me, I’m hearing you loud and clear, mate. In the past when I’ve been waxing lyrically about

Two riders headed to one of their dream destinations and met a kaleidoscope of great and interesting people on the way. When border restrictions were finally eased I met up with a mate, Smut, in Dubbo (him from Lightning Ridge, me fromTamworth). Both 790R owners, we arrived within five minutes of each other, purchased some

Taking two days leave turned Australia Day into a five-day gate pass for Hopper. Heading west in January would likely be too hot. Victoria looked ideal. A two-and-a-half-hour highway slog on the 890 had me at the meeting place: Pheasant’s Nest service centre, just south of Sydney. Scott was on his faithful 1090 and Bruce

Graeme Sedgwick headed off to re-acquaint himself with the cross-over border country immediately north of the Murray River. As I was lounging out of the rain on the forecourt of a petrol station – which, frankly, I wasn’t at all that excited about leaving – a bloke approached and struck up a conversation. He asked

Greg ‘Mr Bones’ Dunn increased his circle of riding mates with crazy nicknames on a wet ride through NSW and Victoria. Pat stood there, looking down at his bike laying in the flowing water. As I pulled up, kicked my stand down and ran, he yelled, “Stop!