When I grew up, I got to visit my cousins on their farm every few years. I treasure my memories of those times. My parents would relax while we were there. It was so different. There were wide and open flat spaces. There were cars to drive and motorbikes to ride. There were vermin to…
As I wrote previously, I’ve been an avid mountain biker since I discovered the pastime as a teenager. Back then riding was largely a social affair. There was competition, but there was also cooperation. We were not all at the same level and yet we could work together. We could help each other and hold…
I discovered mountain bike riding when I was 16 years old. I was living near Templestowe, outside of Melbourne. The mornings were cold and the tracks were slippery and muddy. I’d see Cadel Evans at some races, he was riding in “experts”, while I was still in amateur class. It was the perfect challenge for…
As I was growing up my father volunteered with the local branch of St Vincent de Paul. I’d hear dad’s stories about visiting families doing it tough: about assisting with groceries or replacing broken whitegoods. Other times, I would join dad while volunteering at one of the soup kitchens near Melbourne city. I saw all…
