A delve into the twisted pysche that makes up the avatar bearing the Hornet.
Well it has been a wee whiles my dear reader where I have made an entry into my daily riding log. Forgive my trespass as an itinerant mendicant of motorisation! After the tremulous discord that is known as Christmas, the pall of the seasons festivities had passed as a dark cloud of rain upon a lovely patch of road you are riding. Boxing day I was free to embark on anything I cared to do after the repast of leftovers was consumed at lunch. I geared up, ...
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