Hello and welcome to my blog. I’m Heather. My friends call me miss H or just H for short. You’ve probably figured out I’m the blonde! So that leaves the question, who is Fat Bob? Well he’s my Harley Davidson, a 08 Fat Bob, my partner in crime for a road trip around Australia. Oh oooops there’s one more in the relationship I should mention. ‘Mr T’ the trailer’ – my home away from home. Together we’d like to take you along for the ride on our nomadic adventures Find out More
Who am I
The above quote is one of my favourites. It sums up beautifully my attitude towards life. The visual it conjures up, of me being on a motorcycle – ‘skidding in broadside in a cloud of smoke’ – loudly proclaiming, ‘Wow! What a ride! Is a bonus.
I’m free spirited by nature with a gypsy soul. I’ve never really been content to stay in the one place. There’s just too much to see and do in what really is a short life (when you think about it in the big picture). My mission is to experience as much as I can. To live not just exist. Growing up I always said I was going to be an old lady riding around on a Harley Davidson with the purple rinse in my hair. So far one out of three isn’t bad.
After forty plus years I’ve come to the conclusion that I am who I am and I don’t need to change ‘to fit in’ anymore. I’m free to just be me and do what makes me happy.
What am I doing
I’m taking a break, loading up the Fat Bob, hitching up ‘the trailer’ for some nomadic adventures around Australia. I’ve given away and sold off most of my possessions (a very liberating experience). The rest has gone into storage.
I’m combining my three passions, motorcycling, travel and people – everyone has a story. I haven’t planned things too much because I don’t want to miss out on random opportunities that pop up when you least expect them. I figure I’ll just work it out as I go along. I’m also testing out Ralph Waldo Emerson’s theory when he wrote the quote “Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.” So we’ll see what happens.
Why am I doing it?
I’m reconnecting to my gypsy soul. I have been craving freedom and adventure. I recently became an empty nester after 16 years being a single mum to three fabulous kids (yes it still makes me laugh to think I was solely responsible for three other people, I think it may have been a social experiment). They’re grown up and off chasing their own dreams. So I figured now is the perfect time for me to do the same. I’m picking up where I left off a few years ago when I hit the pause button for marriage and family. So it’s back on the bike. There are roads to be ridden, places to see, things to do and people to meet.
The Story Til Now (you might need to grab a coffee for this one, it’s a long read J )
- I was blessed spending my early childhood years growing up on a property at Coonabarabran in Central Western NSW. Almost 3000 acres of playground to run free in. I was encouraged to explore, challenge myself, take risks, pick myself up and dust myself off and use my imagination. My mother’s catch phrase ‘go outside and play’ and ‘use your imagination’ still rings in my ears today. And for the record I don’t have a domestic gene in my body. A casualty of my childhood.
- I became a towny (I wasn’t happy about that) at the age of nine when we moved to Wagga Wagga NSW. I lived here until I was seventeen.
- I bought my first motorcycle a Yamaha DT 175 when I moved to Sydney. (Dad threatened to cut it up with a chain saw if I brought it home). I didn’t know how to ride it. I recruited help from male friends. They drove me to the pickup address and one of them rode it home for me. I spent week’s bunny hopping around the loop street I lived in. (another blessing because I didn’t have to come to a stop which was challenging at the time) I just kept going around and around.
- Determination and persistence paid off and before long I was venturing off on road trips outside the city limits. Over the next four years I changed my bikes as often as I changed my jobs and towns I lived in. I had a Yamaha SRX 250, Suzuki GS 750 and a Honda CB 900. I didn’t own a car. I was a biker. Sunshine, rain or hail I rode.
- In 1988 I sold the CB 900 to travel overseas. I left with a backpack tent and sleeping bag and returned in 1998 with three children, fours bags and about $400. I don’t remember reading that chapter in Lonely Planet.
- I had spent two years in England. Then wanting something ‘different’ I travelled to Israel. To make things more interesting I got married and had three children in three years. Did I mention I survived Saddam Hussein’s scud missiles and living next door my mother in law?
- Returning to Wagga Wagga alone to raise my three children I signed up for a course aimed at re training mothers to enter the workforce. In a class one day our teacher said ‘you should pick a career which utilise your strongest skills’. I thought about this for a minute and decided my best assets were; talking and connecting with people.
- I forged a career in Community / Cultural Development and Event Coordination. This role gave me the opportunity to fulfil a passion of working with and empowering people and their communities. I could bring the world to me (through an array of events, exhibitions and artists) since I was temporarily grounded with the responsibility of three young children. Though I did sneak in a couple of moves giving my kids a taste of the gypsy lifestyle.
- In 2009 my world was turned upside down. Yep you guessed it by man. A dishonorable one at that. I lost everything. But most of all I lost myself. Not equipped with my usual resilience I crumbled to the floor and stayed there rocking in the fetal position.
- Eventually my early childhood training of ‘picking myself up and dusting myself off’ kicked in and I began to rebuild. I had learnt a valuable lesson. Do not follow someone else’s ‘dream’ or ‘bullshit’ and always, always trust your gut instinct. I read everything I could find about personal development and the powers of positive thinking.
- In late 2010, twenty three years after my butt had sat on a motorcycle, I brought a Suzuki GS500. It took me three cigarettes (I was a smoker back then) before I was brave enough to get on it and ride. By the time I’d hit the 100km sign I was back where I belonged. It was almost spiritual. My eldest son told me I was being very irresponsible. I said ‘good’!
- I’ve had Fat Bob almost 18 months now. He (I can’t call him, it. I just can’t) was the first Harley I’d ever ridden. It was spiritual. We’ve been tearing up the tar and burning the rubber ever since.
- I’ve spent the past three and half years working with adults with disabilities – or ‘people with possibilities’ I like to say. It is the most fun and rewarding work. Again I’ve been blessed to work with people who teach me every single day to keep it real and not to worry about the small stuff. My colleague’s joke that it’s the people I support who look after me. At times I think they may be right.