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I live in Australia, my ancestry is in Cornwall. a Celt. a hedgewitch of sorts. I am an Earth Healer. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. A gypsy. An eccentric. a mystic. I am a searcher, a seeker, a pilgrim on Earth. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. I love to dream, to walk and to wonder

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April 29, 2006

I don't think so


me on the back of the soul mates Harley? I don't think so. You see, I grew up with speedway bikes. My dad was in the pit crew for many solo riders, even a crew man for some of the international riders who came to race. We got to meet men from Austria, England and America. From the time I was about 3 I can remember it. We would pack up our car - dad had two metal tins behind the front seat of the car with a plank placed across and on top of that they would put a mattress and made a bed for my sis and I to sleep on. Can you imagine doing that today? And once the car was all packed up, we would head to Sydney showground, every Saturday night. Most times it was lots of fun - the meat pies, the hot dogs and the icecreams. Sometimes it was not and those times were when someone would come off their bike and be rushed to St.Vincents hospital with severe injuries and we would race there to be with them. Me, a toddler or little girl in my dad's arms, visiting a man who I had come to love as a friend and seeing him bruised and swollen and sometimes, well not the same person that I had known. And sadly, sometimes not even surviving at all. I have a fear of motorbikes, a big fear but I can't let that fear stop the soul mate from a passion of his. So I surround him with angels and send him on his way . Although I did tell him that if he bought me a full set of Harley leathers I might just be tempted - I know I am safe from that happening - they are just way too expensive ! ( and yes, that is me on the bike - but it was stationary and tied securely to the trailer. Note the look of pure fear on my face and how my hands are gripping the handle bars)

5 Comments:

Blogger Gina E. said...

Ken has never been a Harley Man...when he worked in the trade, the guys in the shop would refer to Harley Davidson as Highly Dangerous! I love them, but I'm too small to ride one, even if I could afford to buy one. Ken's dream is a Ducati, while my last bike was something I would gladly buy again: a Yamaha Virago, which looked a bit like a mini Harley - closest I'll ever get! I will post a picture on Patra's Other Place soon. Love your black and white pic, by the way!!

11:08 am  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

My dad raced all his life, and at 79 he still rides his harley! I can't beleive howmay things and memories and ideas we share Robyn!! i LOVE the photo!!

6:36 pm  
Blogger Amy said...

oooh how thrilling! Wish my dh would get a bike!

7:34 pm  
Blogger dolly said...

how strange that my dad raced too...I spent my entire childhood in the paddock of a race circuit and some of my adult life too...he still races now and my sisters husband races so it is still very much in the family....my big boy loves bikes and it scares the he** out of me that he has it in his blood. I look back on that whole world with a mixture of memories, the good times and like you said the horrible times when someone just didn't make it

loved the post, thanks, it brought back things to me ~ just like you sleeping in the back of some trailer, or when he got successful a motorhome and travelling all over Europe for racing

dollx

8:20 pm  
Blogger HomemakerAng said...

you are too cute on the bike!

11:38 pm  

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