A day dismounted…

The worst kind of day for a biker, killing time while waiting for the bike to come out of the Hospital Suzuki when it’s all serviced up for the next 6,000 kilometres worth of fun.

After a very, very slow stroll around the block I had no sooner sat down with my library book (after dragging myself away from the Rolling Ball Clock!) than a message dropped onto my phone to tell me my bike was ready.

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