And the hits keep on coming...

So I get into Melbourne after a restful sleep on the plane and catch a Cab to where my bike is and surprise, surprise the battery is flat....
As I drop to my knee's i cry out in vain "Why, Why oh Why have you forsaken me!!!"

But alas, my plea's for help were heard for help was at hand in the form of a mobile phone and Harley Assist.  I quoted my Rego, and the dude on the other end of the line said my saviour would be there in less than an hour. me being the optimistic sceptic made my self comfortable after sorting out all my gear.

No sooner had I made myself comfortable, my saviour arrived in his shinny car (and within the hour) and I was on my ride reminiscing about what i really don't like about Melbourne.... the cold, its not just your average cold like everywhere else in the world, its the type of cold that even the polar bears would pack up there bags and head for warmer climates.

But i digress, back to the bike. It was a joyous reunion with my bike and after a couple of tender moments

cue the music

reunited and it feels so good
reunited 'cause we understood
there's one perfect fit and Harley, this one is it
we both are both so excited 'cause we're reunited,

cheers
a