All good fun, if a little stodgy. At the time I was sharing a house with two other guys that were into bikes as well. Carty had the 750 Suzuki Waterbottle, and Russel had just bought one of the new Honda CB900FZ. By comparison, my 750 seemed a little agricultural.


I stopped when the speedo got to 160 clicks. There didn't seem to be any point in going faster. The bike certainly didn't handle well at speed, but it pulled like a truck all the way up.


An interesting experience to be filed away under the heading of 'things not to do around corners'.

    My first rear tyre replacement was (it turns out) a second-rate Continental job. In my defence, having graduated from a 360, I had never replaced a tyre before, and this was all new to me. I thought it looked OK, and more importantly at the time, it wasn't too expensive.

    All was fine for a day or two until one evening, following Carty home on his Water Bottle when, after rounding a corner, I decided to fang it a bit. The back broke loose and sliped away, so I shat myself and stuck my left foot down in an attempt to keep the thing upright, nearly pulling my bloody hip out of its' socket. That was sore for a while, but I learnt my lesson.


Coming back from Kennet River after one of the annual camping trips with the boys. Got about 2kms along the Great Ocean Road when I encountered an HQ Holden coming towards me on much the same piece of road that I was planning to use!

     I remember hitting the gravel and grabbing a big handful of brake at the same time. Then I can see myself rolling over the handlebars cartwheeling down the Great Ocean Road thinking 'where the hell did the bike go, and how close to me is it going to finish up?' I finally stopped tumbling and settled on my side. Then along came the bike still going end-over-end with bits flying off it all over the place. It finally stopped about 10 feet away resting on its side with a trail of debris coming slowly to rest behind it.