I saw a beautiful thing tonight, riding along the road down the bay from St Kilda at dusk. I reckon it should be in cinemas this season: “a man and his best friend* take a journey with man’s best friend”. The fellow was riding some cruiser (-?) with a pillion, and up front on the fuel tank was a big hairy dog. I swear I could see it smiling. *the bike I once transported gold-fish on my bike, but if I fitted a permanent tank - and I've given serious thought to it - I think they'd die of shock.