After a week away, the bike desperately needed a run, so on Saturday, I headed off for coffee at a semi-local vineyard. Alas, everyone else had the same idea, so the traffic was hellish.
I lack patience with traffic and idiots, and it's depressing how often they seem to coincide. My fuse tends to shorten as my engine heats. The highlight of the day came when I was leaving. An old lady was crossing the parking as I did a downhill alley dock out of the parking. When I paused to check my pockets were zipped before roaring off, I saw the lady had stopped to lean on a bollard, the better to watch and give me two thumbs up as I took off. Nearly home, there was further cheer in the form of wide eyed kid with hands clapped firmly over his ears, refusing to move until he'd watched me past. Who says riding isn't a spectator sport?
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