An oxygen thief perhaps? Didn't cause too much trouble - I just sucked some out of the inside of the gargre (did I see the walls bulge inward slightly? ) redirected it into the balck thingies, and they were up to spec again.
Can't remember when I was last so excited about going for a ride!

Getting my gear on was a problem - even though I'v lost 7 or 8 kg, it alll seemed rather snug, and I couldn't find my jacket horn (trouser horn was still where it belonged)
Soooo.... out to the gargre again, key in, bike starts readily (albeit a bit lumpily). Oh - that's right; it's a V-four!
Hmmm... Satantune sans spud was much noisier than I remembered - must've grown some of my hearing back.
And off we go! Weeeee!!! (or something; not really sure what).
This is a doddle! Actually feels easier'n driving, not too much discomfort at all (apart from Houdini-ing my way into my gear).
As per surgeon's/wife's instructions, I kept it neighbourhoody - just a cruise around the block, a u-turn and back again. Enough time to warm the engine up, open the thermostat, circulate the erl.

So - I hereby adjudge myself fit to ride, and will issue myself a permit forthwith! Fifthwith, even (or is that less quickly? )
Soonly then.

Watchout, motorists!!


I'm a biker again still!