Monday 17 May 2010 at 8:39 pm
(to be sung in the style of The Clash's 'Drug Stabbing Time'. At least, that's what I was doing on my way home, but then my mind wanders in mysterious ways sometimes)
It's felt like a long cold winter, but there's signs of summertime in the air - quite literally if like me your commute involves a lot of country lanes close to rivers.
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Monday 17 May 2010 at 4:37 pm
Until the start of April, I'd never managed to sell or otherwise rid myself of a motorcycle in 8 years of riding. Well, I sold the CG125 to
Sarah, but that doesn't really count, since I moved in with her shortly afterwards. But with seven bikes occupying the garage at wildchildHQ, things were getting a bit silly, and apparently innocuous tasks became marathons of climbing over bikes, swearing, dropping bits under bikes, and swearing a bit more.
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