Well not at the moment anyway.
Last night, I was feeling like death warmed up, and work is particularly ... difficult at the moment, so my other half persuaded me to throw a sickie today.
At lunch time she said, why don't you go out for a ride on your bike.
400+ kms, and couple of cold ones to wash down the dustand the world seems like a much better place.
The few folks in their crates that I encountered moved out of the way to let me through, only two mobile taxation unitsand the all four of the bikes that I past all managed a wave, despite three of them being Harleys
Like I said, it's not a bad life and there's the Hooker to look forwards to tomorrow as well![]()
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