Hanne

Once upon a time there was a wee DR650 and he was as happy as Larry. His chain was always tensioned just so, his pipe was polished and his oil was fresher than newly processed steak. Every day he would pootle into town and pootle back again before relaxing on his carpeted piece of garage and enjoying a good night’s slumber. Life was good.

Then one day he woke up and he was ANGRY. It was quite inexpliclable. Overnight his once demure throttle had developed an angry revving habit and ...

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Squiggles and map books have never really got on. The lines on the page never quite seem to match up with his perception of direction. They remain straight and fixed and reach their destinations while he wanders off towards back roads and dead ends and left-not-rights. It will be interesting to see how he goes with the new generation of orienteering devices: today he bought a GPS.

This GPS has been a long time coming. The deal was that he had to learn to read a map before he was allowed ...