Dad down under: Born to be wild!

Dad's oldest friends Mary and Billy had organised a Harley ride on his 60th birthday - to happen before Billy Elliot and our Wildfire dinner.
But due to the horrendous flooding and rain in the early part of February, we had to postpone it (three times, no less) so we ended up squeezing it into Dad's last week.
We were both pillion on two Harleys and treated to a 90 minute tour through the streets of Sydney, ending up at Bondi Beach.
I had been dreading this, mainly as I am not a great motorbike passenger. I was covered in leathers incase I came off the back of the bike, but it was so exhilerating that for the return leg, I only had the helmet on for protection.
What a great way to get a tan!!!
Dad thoroughly enjoyed it - and not least because his driver was Spanish and it give him chance to speak the lingo.
And we got to ride alongside the QEII, which was quite a spectacle!