At the Phillip Island Motorcycle Classics a few weeks ago, I found myself in a dilemma that has plagued me on a number of occasions.
I had ridden my old BMW to the event, appropriately attired in my favourite, old school leather jacket (you have to look the part, right?).
It’s a beautiful day down at the island, 35 degrees, the sky is blue and the sun is gleaming on a sea of polished paint and chrome in the pit area.
There are photos to be shot, beverages to be sipped and lunch to be consumed, dragging a number of kilos of leather around all day was going to be annoying to say the least.
But reaching into my saddlebag I came out with the solution!
30 seconds later, after threading the cable through the sleeve of my jacket and helmet, I secured it all to my bike. Free now to wander uninhibited and safe in the knowledge that no antique hunter would be wondering off with my riding gear, I headed over to the track.