My grandad used to say, “Never argue about politics, religion or sport.” I’ve added adventure-riding boots to the list.Phew. People do get their knickers knotted, don’t they? Sole man with Andy Strapz
My choice a few weekends ago was to chase road corners on the fabulous Omeo Highway, there and back. I’d planned on a total of about 10km of smooth, easy dirt. Smoke from bushfires lined the road on the way north and it was gonna be stupid to head back the same way. My routes home came down to two choices: the dirt or the Sunday traffic mayhem.
I know myself well enough to know the Sunday dipstick patrol would shit me to tears, I’d pass 300 ‘road-cans’ at warp speed, wake up the ‘blue-light disco’ and walk for a month.