I had the opportunity through Troll Tours
www.trolltours.com.au to meet a great local family and the man of the day, Dick.
Dick was happily celebrating his 80th birthday with his family when one of those noisy Harley Davidsons pulled up out front. He had just told his youngest daughter, Natalie he was going to change into his shorts and be more comfortable.
Well, the plans he was making were definitely about to go awry.
We suited him up with leather jacket, gloves and of course a helmet.
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| Natalie the instigator and her dad, Dick, |
Dick had ridden in the past when he was 18 and had a Norton Dominator.
I am guessing it looked like this.
The first Dominator, the Model 7, had a 497 cc parallel twin engine with
iron cylinders and cylinder head and a Lucas K2F magneto. This would have been similar to Dick's.
A little story he shared at the stop or is that top of Bulli. He and a mate had gone out and met two young ladies whom they had not known previously. Dick and his mate decided to take them for a ride but somewhere during the trip, Dick found himself and his passenger well behind his mate and almost missed the turn off at an intersection. As he quickly turned into the corner, the tyres hit some gravel on the road. It was either good luck or as the young lady thought Dick's skill that had the bike spin around and stay upright and they rode off to catch up to his mate. For some reason, the story ended there.
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| First stop near the Information Centre at Bulli Tops. |
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| With a little scenery as a backdrop. |
When we both stopped chatting it was time to return to the journey which took us down Bulli Passand back along the coast road to Bald Hill.
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| Great Day for a ride. Well, every day is a great day for a ride |
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| The coast towards Wollongong in the background. |
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| We both decided to stay to the plan and only go motorcycling. |
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| Dick looks a little to at home on my Harley for my liking. |
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| Both did not stop smiling. |
Sharing Dick's enjoyment, we got back late, as what should have been 90 minutes ended up 2 hours of pleasure for me and I am pretty sure for Dick. This is what sharing the passion and helping others remember it is all about.
When we arrived its was 'cake time' but I had to leave which is just as well for my waistline.
So here's where we went, approximately.
So, I wonder how the story went at the
Croquet Club about his riding the roads on a Harley Davidson.
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