Hanne

Originally Posted by Hanne

Today my bike is sitting in the garage, very smug. Covered in mud splatters, she is not exactly elegant. That doesn’t matter because after Sunday’s gravel adventure ride she feels like a real bike and is wearing the grime like a badge, skiting to the neighbouring fxr about her countryside antics. The fact that Poppy the AX100 is dirtier than the DR650 has nothing to do with her proximity to the ground and everything to do with her intrepid nature, according to the yarns she spins. This afternoon

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