Road, on a dirt road with a steep slope.
“It fell topside facing down the hill. Every time I tried
to drag it around it slid further down the hill. The slug
took a nap and wasn’t getting up.”
Leigh laughs as he continues explaining how a passer
by stopped to help, together they were able to right the
bike.
“The guy was a biker himself, a big lad, who told me
to get a Harley because they weigh less, he laughed and
said, ‘they refuse to go on dirt too’. I didn’t have the
heart to tell him that the slug or it’s rider aren’t precious,
together we do a lot of dirt.”
Looking at the chrome fondly, Leigh explains that they
once rode through a long stretch of bulldust in central
Queensland … feet down …
“Feet down?”, he questions.
“Yeah, feet down for some of it but the V-twin just
chugged along on idle in fifth gear, the slug was like a
tractor and just ploughed straight through the horrible
bulldust.”
It’s clear that the ‘slug’ means something to Leigh but
is he sentimental about it?
“No,” He has to think about the question.
“I don’t think so. These days it only gets ridden when I
really feel the need to ride it and it’s aging to a point that
it’s becoming ugly, but in that retro cool sort of way. In
just over four years it’ll be eligible for ‘classic’ plates, I
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