Australia’s outback pubs are full of character— and characters. I certainly met a couple at the Salmon Gums Hotel.
As he sets out on an epic motorcycle ride across America, Stephen Starling considers what lays ahead – once he negotiates Los Angeles' notorious freeways...
The sun is setting tinting the desert with a rosy glow as I ride on towards Coober Pedy. I’ve been on my Honda ST1300 since dawn. I desperately need a cold shower, hot meal, and a soft bed.
The street crossing East Los Angeles to the freeway is ugly. Car yards, burger joints, and pawnshops line the roadside. All three lanes are bumper-to-bumper, inching forward in fits and starts. It is hot — hot from the California sun and hot from the Harley-Davidson rumbling and shaking below me. . .
