I seem to remember a bit of a high speed ride in the outback that the fuzz didn't see kindly to, just before you took off for the southern continent of the Americas.
Yes, Lee, those outback roads back in the days of yore, when we were young and brave, were a lot of fun, no loads of fun, and no 'Speed Cameras'.
This was Mad Max country before 'Mad Max' swung a leg over a Kwaka. As usual, I was late getting back to work after holidaying on the eastern side of the continent, searching for curves and a good time, which may have more than one meaning.
The copper in the 78 XC, well, I didn't know he was behind me until I slowed for the roadblock.
Surprisingly, I was permitted to continue my ride after completing formalities and signing for receipt of the citation, $120, with a promise to pay, which I did via mail. $120 was a lot of money for me back in those days. I was happy not to be going to lock-up or worse.
The police officers manning the roadblock were pleasant to deal with, the copper chasing me not so much; the f....r was blowing a fuse.
I am happy I experienced life the way we did back in those days. Along with riding motorcycles, we had freedoms we did not know we had


