Motorcycle Diary Part 5: Back in good old WA

Norseman to Esperance.  A short hop.  Esperance is a beautiful seaside town and quite the prettiest place I have encountered.  No wonder they have no problem recruiting health inspectors. Unfortunately the weather was cool enough that I did not go for a swim.

High speed on my bike causes vibration.  My engine is not rubber mounted like the others, and so the frame vibrates.  I really only notice it when I am trying to keep up with the bigger bikes.  At my own pace it is not so much a problem.  Now I know why I must trade the lovely lady in.


About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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