What started as a routine trip to the dealer to pick up a new tank bag this morning turned into the best day's hooning for many a long wet month. I appear to have added 665 miles to the odo, I've chanced upon some pleasant biker chappies everywhere I stopped, and the said hooning took place all over Mr Brainstorm's patch, which added a certain piquancy. I even mastered a certain vicious Z-bend over a railway bridge which has caused me to pucker up in times past, but today submitted to my god-like riding precision (translation; fluke). The only unpleasantness all day was the driver of a housebrick who seemed to think that I should not pass him. His swerving across the road was however, to no avail, and he was soon dismissed. I arrived home at 19:30 and retired to the workshop with some beer. The only downside to an almost perfect day, is that I now appear to have seized up completely, so the suggestive behaviour from the kitchenmeister may have to be studiously ignored.
