Saw you all as I drove past in the cage yesterday.
Sorry, but I wasn't going to turn down the first opportunity I've had in two months to see my kids for a training day.
SOME things are more important than bikes. 
Hopefully there will be another in the offering...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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