A delve into the twisted pysche that makes up the avatar bearing the Hornet.
Well this day found me doing very much of nothing, being an insouciant biker, I rode my velocity contraption towards the usual pootling place of Maraetai, Whitford and towards Botany Honda. As my Big Ol'Hornet has been outfitted with a Touring Scottoiler (with twin head injectors naturally), it behooves me that it does require filling with decayed dinosaur matter every so often. In the days of yore past, I used to go through my little ritual every 500km or so to spray lubricant onto ...