She’s out there now.
In the dark.
In the garage.
Waiting for me.
It’s been such a long time.
Apart from a couple of runs around the local area, the ZX10-R has had seen almost no action in the last 15 months (that’s 12 months of lockdown plus three months of winter).
I don’t know if we will ever see a return to the old ‘normal’, but I have a list of things that I would like to do if/when things do relax.
On the list is to spend some classy time with this beauty
I knew there must be a word that rhymes with orange!
Yes, I am keen to get out there too.
Once all this shit is over, wanna meet up for a cuppa at Jack’s Hill?
The next time someone tells you that nothing rhymes with orange you should just point out that it doesn’t. Yep, that sounds delicious, I’m definitely in, thanks.
It must be a special form of torture to live near beautiful mountains and not be able to ride in them. I’m pining for the high places and for the sea.
Well, near is relative. I grew up on top of that mountain, it’s one of the Black Mountains of Wales, a 288-mile round-trip from here (not counting mileage to skip across the very twisty roads that run up/down/over the mountains. I’m also pining for the sea…