
ISLAND EVOLUTION
- AusMotorcyclist Older Magazines
- February 23, 2024
- MOTOmania GET AN EXPERT
- BEAR FACED
- ISLAND EVOLUTION
- NEW BIKE PRICES HOW MUCH IS IT
- WHAT SAY YOU? HAVE YOUR SAY. IT’S FREE
- THE GREAT DAYS OF MOTORCYCLING CLASSIC MORRIS
- A JACKET THAT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE NORM’S
- TELEGRAPH TO THE CAPE
- READERS’ TRAVEL WHAT DID EMERSON SAY AGAIN?
- LONG TERMERS WHAT HAVE WE DONE NOW?
- BIKE LAUNCH YAMAHA TRICITY
- PUBS OF THE MONTH
- I BUNGLED BIG TIME
- TRAVEL EDELWEISS TOURING
- WORLDS BEST CUSTOM BIKES
- COLOGNE BIKE SHOW THE LITTLE BITS
- MELTS LIKE PUTTY IN YOUR HANDS
- LAUNCH INDIAN SCOUT
- TOURING TASSIE
- TWO METRIC CUSTOMS
- MOTOGP TECHNOLOGY AND POWER
- BOMBALA BIKE SHOW…
- NEWS THE LATEST AND GREATEST
- FIRST LOOK
- FURBALL
IT’S BEEN A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP

I’ll never forget my first trip to Phillip Island for the MotoGP. If it wasn’t for a pair of huge, smelly, bearded men, I would be dead – a frost-blasted cadaver bobbing in Bass Strait.
Mick Doohan was busy winning his fifth world title and I was wedged between the warming bulk of Brother Silverback and Uncle Paint in the Bass Strait stand as a feral ice-gale lashed us from the bowels of Antarctica. I was wearing everything I had brought, including my helmet, in an effort to fend off death. And had I not been compacted between these two vast blokes and feeding off their body-heat like a tick between two bears, I would have surely died. This is no doubt how Vikings survived crossing the North Sea in their row-boats.