I guess we all deal with grief and change in our own way. Since my Dad passed away last month, I’ve been head down arse up for every waking hour, every day. I’ve gone into machine mode, cancelling out all distractions, focusing only on what I need to achieve and allocating all my resources and energy to that and that only. It’s a somewhat selfish existence, but I figure if I don’t get out of bed and keep pushing to make my dreams reality, no one else will. It’s hard on my little family – my partner and our baby daughter, but now more than ever, all that I do is for them … for us.
In terms of change, I’ve left city life to try and fulfil a lifelong desire to live on a property. 160acres in fact, which is typical of the old saying ‘be careful what you wish for or you just might get it’ … holy shit, I got it.
Well, the bank allowed me to get it and now the gravity of owning land the size of an entire suburb is starting to set in. That, and the fact this place is a thriving menagerie of pasture, weeds, sheep, wildlife and bush means I have no choice but to become a farmer. I’ve had a few ‘what the f#ck have I done’ moments, but they quickly turn to fire in the belly. A fire that keeps me pushing, discovering how to make ideas come to fruition and keep projects turning over efficiently. I’m learning first hand that the landscape waits for no man, and I am on the rev-limiter trying to keep up with it. But I’m absolutely loving it.
As for distractions, most of you know my biggest distraction is dirt bikes. I can’t remember the last time I put bikes away for this long, but for the last 2-months I haven’t given them a thought. There’s a certain irony to this situation in that bikes have always been my escape vehicle from stress. They are my endorphin injector and bullshit suppressor, for there is no faster way to clear your overloaded mind than to grip the bars of a screaming dirt bike.
Today I realised I’ve been too focused on work, in too much of a hurry to make things happen and have totally shut out one of the things in life that makes me most happy. It took my ol’ mate Brendo from Husqvarna Australia to literally drive down to my property and throw a dirt bike in front of me … and what a wake up it was – oh how I’ve missed it!
I guess the underlying beauty of all this is, I now have my very own private moto sanctuary in which to ride and create a whole new dimension for Motology Films. As you can see, it all begins with the new 2017 Husky TE300 – officially the first dirt bike to churn my new patch of soil. And while the riding aspect of this place will always be secondary to the lifestyle, I’m looking forward to reaching a whole new level of moto creativity … stay tuned.