Most of 1983 was spent dicking about in Australia; not raising the money to become a commercial diver.
I bought DR250; a GS450, some gold off a prospector and picked a lot of fruit in Gumlu, Qld. Few people know how close we came to WW3 that year. Just before I left Sydney I mistakenly took what would soon be known as an E, and also clocked the new XT600Z Tenere in a Parramatta bike shop. The future looked bright.
Back in Gower Street, London, I pass a diving course but fail a diving medical, write off a pair of RS250s, but buy a lovely XS650.
More great music and more great films: The Big Chill; The Hunger; Stop Making Sense; Rumblefish; The Right Stuff.
