This will become a great story. Stay with me. TBC❣️ ❣️
I first starting riding motorbikes on the farm when I was a kid. In the early 1970's I was riding road bikes and hung around with a bunch of motorcyclists from around Echuca. They all drank at the Falcon Hotel on Friday nights and planned their weekend from there. I soon started riding with them to the road race championships. We would go to Phillip Island, Sandown, Calder Raceway, McPhillamy Park, Amaroo and Oran Park. I followed the Crawford brothers and Ken Blake. I used to like watching the sidecars race and fantasised being the pillion on a sidecar.
This unique bunch of friends each had knicknames. There was Rags, Hink, Feet, Billy, Hass, Westy, Toey, Gibby, Puss, Pud, Beans, Bull, Snowy, Digga, Zac, Walkabout and others. Over the last 50 years some of them have taken their own lives or died in motorcycle accidents. Not good. I have lost touch with all of them and it was such a welcome surprise to get an email from Feet last week. Feet and I are godparents to Justin, Rags's oldest boy, now 40!!!
Last week Feet was thinking about me and wondering what I was up to. Not having my phone number or email address, (that kinda gives you a clue as to how long ago we drifted apart), he decided to google me. That only produced volumes of info about other family members and not me. So he gave up on the idea. A few days later he thought he'd try again and googled me and flicked through all the stuff about other family members until he saw a page that showed a photo of a pair of feet wearing shoes with a world map on them and swimming in some murky water. This tweaked his interest and he found more photos of these feet, sometimes with different shoes and in different waters. He was intrigued and kept exploring this link until Surprise! Surprise! he found a photo of me with the bike at Cradle Mountain. "That's her!!" He'd found me and then realised all those feet photos were of my feet. So he contacted me and now he knows I live in Tasmania and is still riding bikes.