The day the music died.

It was a cold June day when my KTM 950 Adventure left for Tasmania. The new owner was very pleased with his purchase, but it felt like a peice of me had been sold off for medical experiments.

The KTM was a truly awesome motorcycle and one that would take you to places not often seen by human eyes. However, one certainty in life is that change is inevitable and a new bike was to be found. But how could replace that which was simply called "Beast".

There was a brief period when I was motorcycless. A travesty, a sorrow, a time of nakedness.

The search was on for a worthy replacement.