ive met some people through motorcycling. ive met some friends who have stayed and some that have gone. ive met weirdos in motorcycle clubs, weirdos at the cafe, bastards that want to kill me on the road and a band in colours that stopped to help me get a 47 knuck started and wished me safe riding as i headed off into the sunset....but nothing compares to sitting in one mans shed, and talking with him for hours about life in the australian bush, living motorcycling on the edge on the bonneville salt, dedicating 50 years to one marque and the development of one motor.
i had the absolute pleasure of spending time with terry p this week. seeing his house that he and his amazing wife built, her art everywhere, the worlds most amazing bathroom, and yes i did eat at level 41, spending time sitting next to a slow burning fire in the centre of a beautifully clean modestly sized workshop, and then talking about things that only a man like him would know, having lived in the australian bush, and built by hand a world around him, i think about my own life and how ive made some choices and how im happy with each and every one of them.
knowing when the sun rises on your property, when it comes through a certain window at this time of the year, when it sets and the colour reflected off that escarpment over there when rain is coming, and what the road holds for me on the way in and out after a heavy rain...these are the wonderful idiosyncrasies of living in the australian bush...and what i love most about my life.....totally highlighted in my mind by visiting a mans house and having him make me a coffee while i sit and talk to him about how life can bring us together in strange and very mysterious...maybe crazy ways.
my life is better because i met this man.