So Gosling One is sporting her rather fetching new spotlights for this upcoming season in motorcycle fashion, as mentioned in a previous post. I've also added a waterproof GPS thing [waterproof as she tends to be under water quite a lot, not because it ever rains in Australia] to enable me to reliably say "I know exactly where I should be, but I'm not there".
The most important must-have accessory for the socialite motorcycle about town this season however, is the often of neglected shovel.
Not only does it add an 'adventurous' flavour to an otherwise drab wardrobe, but it will also enable me to dig us out of whatever hole I managed to ride into. It's happened before, I'm sure it will happen again. Also of course, because I'm British dammit, it serves as a very handy tea-cup holder. Hooray for multi-purpose! Also tea.
I spent the weekend just recently seeing if I could rattle off any of the things I'd added to Gosling One by exploring a bit of the South West of Australia. Nice place, pretty big, lots of kangaroos and everything stayed attached surprisingly. That's a testament to a metric-crap load of duct-tape for you.
Some photos from the short trip down south:
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| 2 wheels good, 4 wheels erm...no wheels then |
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| Everything looks artistic in black and white. Wonder if that applies to zebras.... |
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| Someone in the highways department has a sense of humour |
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| Not a bad spot for a bit of camping... |
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| ...so I did. |
Attempts to coerce a book agent into looking at the manuscript for Arse About Face have continue with renewed vigour, so with any luck there might be some news on that front soon!
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