A delve into the twisted pysche that makes up the avatar bearing the Hornet.
Thanks to the entreaties of a long lost friend who has started to reclaim his mantle as a biker, I managed to get out on a bike ride today. Accompanied by a few stalwarts I know, we helped a little gaggle of bikes along safely along the Whitford-Maraetai loop. We had noonses at Clevedon and a bit of a chin-wag. The hunuas beckoned and we pootled off at a sedate and merry pace. One of our number suddenly remembered an engagement with work and promptly beetled off to make it! ...