I heard a patron say, ‘Doesn’t anybody ride motorbikes anymore?’ as I rolled up the the beer garden of the Longley International Hotel on Saturday afternoon. The Hotel has long been the haunt of the bearded and tattooed variety of Bikies (best avoided), but on this occasion I was one of three unrelated sweaty push bikers stopping in for a beer. As the temperature was pushing 30c, I had decided the best way to start my semi-regular loop was with two cooling pints of Cascade Pale and a quick nude swim in the neighboring waterhole. Both the beer and the swim worked as I powered up the hill to Kaoota without bitching, descended the tramway with minimal braking and maximum smile. This is how a good life is fabricated.
