Behold the "POSTIE BIKE OF DEATH"

The original postie was donated to the most awesome place on "teh interwebz"  BikeMe!

It was then stripped and the parts posted around Oz, to BikeMe! people.   Where these souls replaced, modified, cleaned, made and returned the parts.   It was reassembled by BikeMe! people and the result was then the prize of a "Guessing Competition"  What you see was not scripted in any way, it just happened. Such is the synergy of BikeMe! people.

Here is video of the build, are these people not gods in human form?

I was lucky to have been blessed by the Moose to have guessed correctly.

So now I am the custodian of the "Postie Bike of Death".  It will always be in the possession of a BikeMe! brother or sister, it will never be allowed to go outside the clan.


It is more than a brilliant piece of motorcycle customisation, it is the essence of my BikeMe! friends.

It is BikeMe! in motorcycle form (mark I)

You meet the best people on motorbikes.

Every year I try to get to Phillip Island, around the time of the MotoGP, or the World Superbikes.

I care not one bit about the races, esp the MotoGP.  The Superbikes are OK, esp the support races, but still not the reason I travel to "teh Holy Isle"

I make my personal pilgrimage to meet my friends.  The races are the time that many of my friends are there.

Some of these friends I've never met face to face, they are from the wider community of motorcyclists that I have found on the internet.  I used to think that the internet was for porn, but although useful for that, it's true reason for existence is to allow me to communicate with friends.  www.bikeme.tv is the main access point for me.

This year has been a terrible year for finances and me.  A fucken brilliant year for feeling fulfilled, for feeling worthwhile in my employment, but I've struggled to make ends meet.  I have done without to make sure I have the boat ticket to Victoria and back, enough petrol money etc., so the pilgrimage will happen.

But I need a new front tyre, the current one will not last the distance to and from the island, let alone traveling around while there.  Especially not at what I would call an enjoyable pace.

My friends, the reason for this post, have come to the rescue. 
Unasked, unbidden, not one, but two tyres were found. 
Near new Michelin Pilot Road II's. 
My favourite flavour.

That's brilliant, and they were to be dispatched to me by urgent courier, so I'd be set to go to the island.

But no, the couriers wouldn't do a fast courier of tyres, as apparently they "damage the other freight." 
What.
The.
Fuck.

I can get 90kgs of explosive paint n chemicals delivered, but not some inert rubber.

This is no issue for my friends.
Utilising ad-hoc logistical planning that would make Alexander the Great seem incompetent, the tyres were collected from Newcastle, picked up by another BikeMe! brother, taken to the father of another BikeMe! friend. This man, who I've never met, will be transporting them to Phillip Island, where I can pick them up and get them fitted.

No reimbursement will be considered by these people, except a thankyou by way of a cold beer.
These are good people, and not the only ones involved, many good folk were offering help, searching for tyres, transport and solutions.

You truly do not know what mateship is until you become part of a group like BikeMe!


BikeMe! people are Motorcyclists.  A motorcyclist is not a person who just happens to own, or ride a motorcycle. A motorcyclist is a person who is willing to go to that extra effort to make a fellow motorcyclists life that little bit easier, that little bit better, for no reward other than to have helped.





I rarely here of c@r drivers, or pushbike peddlers, or anyone else continuously acting in such a selfless  manner as motorcyclists.

You really do meet the best people on motorbikes.