‘Step right up, chum, and watch the kid lay down the rubber road, ride to freedom!’
The Night Rider, Mad Max
In 2013 I returned to Australia after near two years of constant travel. I knew the experience would make me depressed so I set myself the goal of getting my motorcycle license and planning a trip around West Australia, the only part of my own country I hadn’t explored.
I bought a 2nd hand DR650 with low kilometres and set about customising it so as it would take me anywhere. All up I spent around $8,500, just under the cost of a new bike.
I work for myself as a video producer and managed to score a great government contract producing a series of videos on palliative care for the hospital in the town where I grew up. I moved into my dad’s, recruited him as the main star of the series, got rid of a lot of junk, put the rest in storage and in my spare time learnt the art of motorcycle maintenance.
Last service before l take off round #WesternAustralia I've been reading #zenandtheartofmotorcyclemaintenance and it talks about two types of people, those who embrace technology, and want to learn how it works, and those who just want things to work! I just enjoyed the riding, none to keen on the maintenance. But I've had to teach myself #motorcycle #maintenance and as some other #roundtheworld #advrider said, 'Now is the #goldenage of motorcycle #adventuretouring! I can be guided in my study by #howto #youtube videos and offered advice from people round the world on #forums and #facebook groups. Learn what to pack from other riders and even download free map apps (map.me) #dualsports #dr650 #suzukidr650
This was the first lesson I had to learn. I had to trust my own abilities as a mechanic. At first I was afraid to even take off a wheel, thinking I would put it back on wrong. I had visions of parts falling off at highway speed. It was essential that I got over this fear, as long term motorcycle travel requires constant maintenance. Towards the end of the trip my bike became like my mistress. On long lonely remote stretches I found myself talking to her, coaxing her to continue on, that I’ll oil her chain, or check the tire pressure at the next stop. Just don’t break down here!
I was aware Australia is an extremely expensive country to travel, and to counter this I planned to camp out for most the trip. In this way my main expenses would just be fuel and food. Little did I know, in most of the places I passed through, it is illegal to free camp, with fines up to $1000. The bastards never caught me and I enjoyed taking photos of their no camping signs, comparing the fine levels of different states.
As a tip for those wanting to do what I did, rural fire brigades always have well maintained lawns and enough room to pitch a tent at the back of their fire station.
I had to learn to be alone, to not be afraid of nature. Australia doesn’t have any apex creatures like wolves or tigers. We do have crocodiles, but they can be avoided with campsite location. We do have deadly snakes and spiders, but they tend to avoid us if we take some precautions like looking where we walk and checking our boots in the morning. I ended up really enjoying these moments alone in nature. It agrees with us to only hear the sounds of nature. I found I had the most restful sleeps out there, and in the end really desired these alone times. It was kind of like a meditation, to just be alone in nature and watch her.
I did miss sex though! I mean let’s be honest, we are 99% monkey, and I truly believe we need touch. But by the time I reached West Australia, I started to take on the look of an extra out of Mad Max – wild beard, dirty leathers and heavy motorcycle boots. I was enjoying scaring kids and pensioners in supermarkets, but I wasnt feeling terribly sexy. Funny enough, this was when I met the one true romance of the trip. She actually picked me up, in an art gallery mind you!
There is a general feeling in the World, and I know this, because I’ve traveled a lot and talked to a lot of people, that our democratic systems arent working! I’ve walked the urban apocalypse of inner city Detroit, I’ve seen the open range mental hospital of downtown eastside Vancouver. Australia is no different, neo-liberalism attacking the poor, the rich getting away with murder. The fair go country becoming a fair cunt! Our media overtaken by urban elitists who want to control every aspect of our lives with their opinions. Every two bit council and politician passing more and more laws.
To be honest, I’d given up on Australia. I realised I could live in other parts of the world for a third of the cost, with very little infringement on my freedoms and make my money online as a digital nomad. I didn’t need the big 4wd, the boat and the house that would take me two lifetimes to pay off. What I found fascinating on this trip is that I’m not alone. Many feel the same way – from employees to small business owners. Many feels under the pump – with costs, with loss of freedom. We cant even say what we think anymore with out being called a racist or a sexist! Even our language has been stolen from us!
I realised Im not the only one who is angry – who cant watch our public broadcasters, who cant read our bias newspapers, who cant listen to our politicans without shouting insults! But I did something, I removed myself from the system! I stopped being busy within their boundaries!
I didnt know who I was, I had narrowed my beliefs about myself to my job, my nationality, my bank balance. I had given away my freedoms, I had reduced my possibilities. Realising this, by going out there, by being completely self reliant, has opened up my world. I have the freedom to say no, I wont accept the shitty role you’ve given me. I wont be indebted to your banks, I won’t be a pawn in your system. I have power beyond anything you can impose on me!
When I started thinking differently about myself I also started meeting people who acted like beacons of light on my journey of self-illumination. People like Prince Leonard of Hutt River Province, who used their laws to claim back what was rightfully his. This trip has changed me and I can’t go back to spending my days doing the 9-5. I want to find another way, and I will! I hear there is a beer shortage in Cuba, this sounds like a magnificent problem to find a cure for 🙂
I think to really understand the system, one must step outside it. Fail in fact! End up broke or on the streets. Or ride a motorcycle round for a year. Fully disengage! You won't know who you are at the end of it. It is very confronting, to do nothing. But by breaking down your role in society, just maybe, you get more of an idea of who you really are, and what you are capable of. There is a glorious sense of freedom, and fear, because one day you have to return. And that will be the time that one hopes the lessons of the road will help you live with more integrity, where your actions do fully match your ideals. You have faced the unknown, you relied on yourself, and realized you can say no, you can survive without comprising your own beliefs. That is a powerful lesson to learn, that the system doesn't control us, that we can demand our freedom, and find ways to work outside of the 9-5 mindtrap! #motorcycle #motorcyclecamping #motorcycletouring #adventuretouring #advrider #dr650 #thematrix #freedom #travel #lightwork #selfgrowth #personalgrowth #escapetheratrace #longtermtravel #motorcycletravel #australia #nightphotography #australiatravel #camping #nature #selfawareness #midlifecrisis #motorcycletrip #dualsportadventure #expedition #advlifestyle #tenting #endurolife #lumixlounge #lumixluminary
I traveled 24,000 km’s, 8 mths on the road. I met some great people, hospitable people, people who invited me home for a bbq, a beer or a bed. I always had time for the guys who approached me with glistening eyes. My trip represented freedom to them and I was happy to tell them how they too could partake in such an adventure.
Some of the highlights for me included;
-seeing 40,000 year old rock petroglyths on the Burrup Penisula near Karratha, This was the number one highlight. It just blew my mind that we had this amazing culture where people had the time to value and make great art! The oldest recorded face carvings in the world! And to think it isn’t heritage listed and some dumb politician in the 70’s wanted to make the area an industrial hub!
I did a tour of the #aboriginal #petroglyths at the #burruppeninsula. This #artwork is called #archaicfaces . This #artwork is the oldest in the world! These #rockcarvings are 40,000 years old. To put that in perspective, #stonehenge is only about 5,000 years old. This art is pre-iceage. #upperpaleolithic #lumixlounge #lumixluminary #lumixstories #lumix #lumixgh5 #lumixg7 #lumixvideomaster #lumixvideo
-going into the Pilbara searching for a crystal pyramid on a remote mountain range with a popped out rib and knowing that, despite being on the roughest unmaintained tracks, I couldnt drop my bike, because I wouldnt be able to lift it. And then camping out there, in that remote harsh landscape, waking in the morning, looking out over that expanse and whistling a soft whistle, and hearing it reverberate back through the valley below. Just powerful, powerful stuff! My balls grew larger after that trip, like an old stud ram!
-The last day on the Gibb River Road when I just wanted to get back to civilisation and did a 300 km day, 200 on dirt like a bat out of hell, feeling absolutely invincible, the bike and all the work I’d done on it (the custom suspension) working like an absolute dream. Man and machine as one, she killed it that day, a powerhouse effort! I got to Kunanurra and had not one but two $10 steak specials at the local pub! All my offroad riding preparation, all my bike preparations leading to a day of absolute mastery on the track..…fucking loved it!
So I wrote this for all you blokes (and gurls) who may want to do what I did. Get a lightweight single cylinder carb model bike, customise it, try lifting it fully loaded, try again with all that stuff ya dont need to take 🙂 ride it under weight, ride it in the rain, ride it in the dirt, then just bloody go..coz ya never fully prepared for any trip. Ride on, and never fall off! Motorcycles are very safe….if you never fall off 🙂
Here is a short video to whet your appetite:
Watch the travel videos of the trip on youtube
Check the photos from the trip on instagram
“Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center. Big, undreamed-of things—the people on the edge see them first.” —Kurt Vonnegut” #motorcycle #madmax #motorcycletravel #travel #traveling #quotes #digitalnomad #motorcyclecamping #australia #outback #wilderness #nature #outofthematrix
Feature Length Film of the entire trip will be available in 2017