after doing a couple of hundred mile that day at work got home, had tea, jumped back on the bike, went all the way across London, went into my brothers garage, looked at Triumph, left garage 40 minutes later, travelled home.
good evening that.
Sad I know but it keeps me happy.
Cheers Mark.
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Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, 'Wow! What a Ride!
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