So I was riding the bike for about a year, until I went overseas, in '57, end of '57, and took the bike with me. We left Sydney in the beginning of December, and we went via New Zealand, Tahiti, and the Panama Canal, and Curacao, and Lisbon. I got out at Lisbon, and I had to push the bike for one kilometer to fuel it, because I wasn't allowed to put the bike on the ship with fuel in it. And there was no gas station anywhere near the port. Oh boy! Anyhow, I made it. So I stayed in Portugal for about ten days altogether, and from there I went across to Spain, to southern Spain, that was in January, and I thought to ride the bike to Austria, and that time, it's going to be snow and everything, so I stayed in the southern Spain, in Seville, in Andalusia, for about, February, March, April, until May. I stayed there, and then I took the trip up to, going towards Austria, to see my relatives, my sister and my mother.

So I sent the bike back to Australia, but before that, I road all over Austria, to Germany, to Holland, to England, because I had to send the bike back from England. Oh, it was a problem to send that bike back from England, because they all wanted to have the bike in a crate. And I said, where am I going to get a bloody crate from. Or to have the crate made, that would cost me a fortune. I was riding in London, up to Newcastle, to Manchester and everywhere, and in London a bloke told me I can send the bike only from SouthHampton, I've got to go to SouthHampton. Alright I said, I'll ride down to SouthHampton. I rode down there, I was asking the different companies, everybody wants to have the bike crated, in a crate. Then I went to another company, and I found a bloke, a fella, and I talked to him, and he said, "Where do you come from?" I said, "From Australia" And he said 'Oh!" He was an Aussie too. And I told him, and he said, "Just hand on a minute, I'm going to go away, I might be able to dig up something." And he came back in about ten minutes, and he said, "I got a shipping company that will take the bike without crating it. You just take it down to the wharf, and they put it on as it is." And so I did. Sent it right back to Australia, and I know a bloke, Archie Hunt, and he got the bike off the wharf, and he sold the bike, and put the money into my account. So that was wrapped up.

Yeah, so, it worked out alright. There was a few little hiccups here and there. I had a bit of a fall in Sydney once, I came and ran into a bloke in a roundabout. And in Spain. I got stuck in a railway track, in a tram track, I couldn't get it out, and that came down and smashed my knee. I still got a problem with that knee now. And that's about it. And in Monte Carlo I ran into the back of a VW bus, just slightly, not very strong. And what else - that was about it. Oh, in Austria there was another hiccup. And finally in end of May, I got to Austria to see the people, yes. I was there till end of the year, just about the end of 1957.

And after the registration of the bike was going out, was running out, and I was going to sell it there. I thought I might sell it, so I don't have to cart it around, but the Austrian customs were so high, it was so much problem, I said, oh bugger it, I'm going to send it back to Australia, that's it. Anyhow, when I left Australia with the bike, I sort of thought, if everything's going to work out alright, I sold everything in Australia, I might stay in Europe, I mightn't go back to Australia. But, you won't believe it, I wasn't in Europe for about two weeks, I knew it, I'm not going to stay there, I'm going to go back to Australia, no matter what. Even if I'm by myself. And so I did.