This page contains stories, short reports, observations and reflections. Some relate to motorcycling. Others may have come about from non-motorcycle experiences while touring. I hope you enjoy reading them. (Click on a picture or heading to take you to the corresponding page.)
Spiral is a deviation on the main Melbourne to Sydney railway that takes the
track into a 360⁰ spiral built in the 1940s to reduce the incline up the Bethungra
Range to a gradient manageable by the steam-driven locomotives of the day. While
the electric diesel locomotives of today wouldn’t need it, the spiral is still
in use for the “up line”.
This is the
story – as far as I can construct it – of a young man I “met” on a motorcycle
ride from Wagga Wagga to Canberra. I was on a minor road in the countryside
when I spotted a small memorial. I was curious and stopped to investigate. I
learned of a 22 year old local boy who had joined the RAF and been killed over
North Africa during WWII. He had an interesting story to tell; but no one to
This is a story worth telling and experiencing.
One of the lesser known events from the Second World War when some two thousand
political refugees fleeing Nazi persecution in Britain were detained, interned,
deported to Australia under horrific conditions and ended up in POW camps.
There’s a museum dedicated to them and their story I visited in the southern NSW
town Of Hay. The museum is housed in a couple of rail carriages at Hay Railway Station.
might be a bit out of left field (no political allusion intended). It’s an
amalgam of thoughts and frustrations that every now and then percolate to the surface.
This piece began life as a “Note” on my personal Facebook page. But I
discovered the Note app doesn’t appear on the tab and phone versions of
Facebook so few would have seen it. I decided to publish it here in case it
might be enjoyed by a broader audience; and added a subtitle to help shine a
light through any initial obscurity.
Phil Garlick Phil Garlick was a racing car driver at the old, steeply banked speedway in Maroubra, a sea-side suburb of Sydney. In the halcyon days of Maroubra, Garlick was one of the speedway’s greatest attractions. Garlick won the coveted Lucky Devil Cup in 1926, less than a year before his car hurtled over the lip of the track’s steep bank taking Garlick to his death. His appearance on Fireside comes about from a radio program that I contributed to...and my dad was his mechanic.
Reg Dodd Stories I met Reg Dodd in Marree on my Big Trip North. He was chairman of the Arabunna People's Committee. The Arabunna are the local Aboriginal People. I discovered a day later at Coward Springs that Reg was a renowned story teller. Some of his stories were reproduced on story boards in the renovated drivers' room at the old Coward Springs siding. With Reg's permission, I have reproduced several of his stories.
William Crick of Wentworth William Crick was my great grandfather. He arrived in Australia from England in 1852. He first settled in Truro, South Australia. He was 19 years old when he arrived. Over the years, he had mail contracts between Adelaide and Wentworth; and Wentworth and Bourke and Wilcannia. He ran a steamer and wool barge along the Darling River. He later moved to Wellington and then Sydney. This story is about his early pioneering days.
Having researched William Crick, I then got drawn into researching his ancestry. This is very much 'work in progress.' However, the results to date are published here. I need to caution that this is a 'moving feast.' As one works through records, lots of new and often inconsistent insights emerge. I hope Crick genealogy fans might find it interesting.
This second part draws from data obtained in the first and several subsequent censuses in England, beginning in 1841. This wasn’t available to me when I prepared Part 1. Part 2 presents a lot more detail and some great insights into the life of the Kirtling Cricks. It also corrects some wrong guesses and assumptions made in Part 1. Eventually, I’ll turn both parts into a coherent whole, but for now it might be easier to manage to have them separate.
The Cazneaux Tree My ‘discovery’ of this famous tree, located in the Flinders Ranges and photographed by Harold Cazneaux in 1937, compelled me to research it ahead of my planned Big Trip North. I found, to my bemusement, two versions of the original photo, but one was a mirror image of the other. Is there a mystery or a simple explanation? Either way, how do I know which is the true image?
El Crucero The Mezquita (Spanish for mosque) in Cordoba is an amazing building that combines Islam and Christianity. El Crucero is The Crossing – the passage that links one side of the mosque to the other through the nave of the cathedral.
Did you wonder about the main picture on the pages of this site? A dragon rider and his dragon? Did you even pick it as a dragon? It’s actually Eragon and his dragon, Saphira. And there’s a good reason why the dragon rider and his dragon feature on this site.
My grandson, Dylan, has been riding with me from about the age of 10. He loves being on the back of my bike. We mostly do short trips, but did one to the Blue Mountains when he was 11 – quite a day’s ride from home. Then a three day trip to Queensland just after his 13th birtday - and back again! The most recent venture was our trip to India, Nepal and Bhutan over Christmas and new Year 2010-2011.
Writing Off my GS500 This happened with Natalie, my then 17 year old stepdaughter, at the helm. Fortunately, it wasn’t serious for her. It just wrote the bike off. It was a sight to arrive half an hour afterwards and find her sitting on the gutter with helmet still on! There was a good reason for that – at least, for her.
This is a great story. No, not mine. Shantaram’s. He had a life as a guest of Pentridge (former high security prison in Melbourne). As an escapee on the run he spent many years in the slums of Bombay, where most of the story takes place. He has since reinvented himself as a philosopher, mentor and philanthropist.
Well you might wonder about this. I stumbled across an allusion to Gulistan in a past edition of the Australian Road Rider. One of many esoteric allusions that The Bear, as the editor calls himself, manages to weave into his writings.