Had a good one yesterday morning.
My bikes currently laid low awaiting new carb jet needles, and I've been pillioning on the back of the Father-in-Law's Hornet 900.
We stop off outside my work (Big Grey Clemengers building opposite end of Courtenay Place) and I go to hop off the back of the bike.
Except I caught my foot on the Ventura Pack frame and arsed off completely onto the footpath...
Nice dismount...
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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