Many, many years ago I was driving from Brisbane to Perth.
Somewhere on an isolated stretch of road between Port Augusta and Perth I pulled up at a service station. It was, and still is, a long way between service stations in that part of the country.
At the same time a bloke pulled up on a motorcycle. His dog had a padded cushion on top of the fuel tank to ride on, and was strapped down so he couldn't fall off.
The dog also had a set of eye goggles to protect his eyes from the wind of passage.
When he stopped the rider released the dog's harness. The dog hopped off, reached up with his front paw and neatly flipped the goggles up and over his eyes, shook himself and went around the back presumably to relieve himself and sniff a post or three.
