100% Biker 141

100% Biker 141
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As you read this I’ve been back in the country for barely forty eight hours after three of the most exhilarating weeks of my life and, to put it very mildly, I’m fooked. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world but, as a learned Antipodean sage put it so succinctly, ‘I’m not 27 any more’ …

Yep, I did it – I scrimped and saved and abused my credit rating dreadfully and I made it over to Australia for the 30th anniversary of ‘Mad Max II’ celebrations and, I have to say, it was worth every penny of the frightening amount it cost (well, I say that at the moment – three months down the line when I’m still eating beans on toast to pay back what I’ve spent it might not seem so, but we’ll see). For me it was almost a pilgrimage – taking the Future Bike, the oldest rat/survival bike there is (it was originally built just two or three years after the film came out, y’see), back to the place that inspired its creation was something I’d always wanted to do, but never thought I’d get the chance. I umm’d and aah’d and agonised about it for weeks before biting the bullet and booking everything – I couldn’t really afford to do it, you see, what with everything else going on but, when it comes down to it, you only get one go at this life and I have a terrible fear of laying on my deathbed and thinking, ‘if only I’d had the courage to …’. I don’t know about you, but I want my brief stint on this ‘ere world to be the best, the fullest, it can possibly be and if that means that you have to make sacrifices in every day living to do the things you really want to do, well, that’s what you have to do, don’t you?

And despite hassles with shipping agents, hassles with customs, hassles with all manner of blinkered fuckwits, in fact, with their ‘you can’t do that’ attitudes, once me and the bike were away from all that it was just amazing. I’ll tell you all about it in a future issue or two, but remembering tear-arsing across the Mundi Mundi plain in the company of two other ‘Mad Max’-inspired bikes, with black and yellow Interceptors around us, those incredibly distinctive sirens wailing, just puts a huge stupid smile on my face and is going to be something that stays with me for the rest of my days.
Now I did start writing this with a point to make, but I seem to have forgotten it somewhere along the way … no, ‘ang on, remembered it now: If you have a dream, do it – that’s what I was going to say. The world is full of people who will tell you lots of reasons why you shouldn’t do stuff, but don’t let them get to you – don’t let them drag you down to their level. They’ve never had the courage to go for their dreams and, maybe only subconsciously, they don’t want you to achieve yours either. Yes, you may have to make sacrifices along the way but, hell, won’t it be worth it to do something you’ve always wanted to do? As I said before, we only get one chance at life, no matter what the religious and other delusional folk say, and as the old saying goes ‘you’re a long time dead’. Get out there!

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to bed to try and catch up on me sleep … I’m really not 27 any more.

-Nik

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