mbazza's Blog

My Beloved stove in the air conditioning unit in her cage by forcing it up against the rear of another cage!
Cage to cage combat! Cage menders reckon I'll be the transport captain for a couple of weeks.
Night work meeting. All the gear on and we're off to her work. I drop her and cruise on to Milton for tea with the AA (aged aunt).
This is fun, like fun should be. Open, dry road, night time traffic sparse. Yeehaaa!
After coverstation and tea in the tiny town I reverse the ride.
Less traffic a 'target' ahead who worked hard to stay on the correct side of the road. Great riding and, no, I didn't get passed them on the run into Clutha.
Great ride.
Pick up My Beloved and on returning through Clutha at standard speed a blue & white is parked up. Near the home of 'Scundog', might even be him!
Helmets off at home and the 'strom' parked up, duty done. My beloved says' "that was great, cleared my head, should go for a half an hour ride more often!"
And there, my fiends, is the reason why we ride in a simple statement. Cheers.