I love Pearl Jam (if you haven't guessed yet). Here is one of my favourite song of all time, Eddie at his best, great sound, lovely changes to the tempo, great song...
Hello all, I am about to attempt the hardest, most challenging and most complex written piece in my existence. Yes, it's going to be even harder than composing that intricate essay about the complexities of authoritarian versus facilitating approaches in the context of 21st century educational leadership. It's even going to be harder than writing that poem for my wedding speech. But I must do it. It has to be done. It will be done. Quite a while ago I started riding motorcycles. I was in my mid 20s and up until that point in my life, I had never ridden. My mum, as beautiful and wonderful that she is, would never let me ride a bike while I was little (you know, seventeen-ish little) and if she had her way today, she'd stop me in a second. But she doesn't, because that's how awesome she is. Against the wishes of everyone around me, it would have appeared that one day I just decided to ride and that was that. But this is not so. As I was growing up, sneakily and ...
I don't know what it is about this car, but if you've ever sat in one of these, you'd know what I mean when I say this is a cool car. It has a really high dash, no fancy bits and so much space in the engine bay, I could probably put a camping chair in there while I'm working on the engine. I love the fastback style, retro, cool, different. Reminds me a little bit of the newer coupes with a nice sweep right from the front of the Datsun , all the way to the liftback . What really got me into this little car was it's individuality....people were raising these little cars rather than lowering them, they were kitted out in all sorts of weird mags and the one I owned for a brief period probably had more bog than metal by the time I drove it to the wreckers. Still, this car is unique, it's tiny engine simple and unfussy, no power, no air con, just pure 70s drivin ...
It was a beautiful Sunday morning when I woke up for my first Brissie to Bay 100km ride. In fact it wasn't beautiful at all as at 4am it was still pitch black outside, it was hard to see and I couldn't tell what sort of a day it was going to be. It felt good anyway. I had been a good boy. I went to bed early. 'It will help' I said to myself; a rested body is a fit body. And being the positive peppy person that I am, I filled my brain with a lot of positive get-me-through-the-day thoughts. Like "It's going to be eeeeasy" and "It's going to be awesome fun" and "The weather forecast was for a very nice day". At least that last one turned out to be absolutely spot on, as the 2015 edition of the race was held in near perfect conditions, the sort of day Brisbane is famous for. Preparations were good, except for the training. Anyway, the alarm bell had gone off and I was up and going. Kissed my wife goodbye, she said some semi-reas...
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