How can I describe the feeling of thrashing down a country road with the engine wound so tight it sucks fuel like a Boeing, how can I show the sights of tarmac rushing by, of the brown leaves trickling through the air, the view of the alps, the white lines on the road that gleam in the sunlight, the thunder from the exhaust going through tunnels, the cold wind taring at my leathers, the awesome feeling of being born again!!!

Yes, I am back on the BlueBird and thankful nobody had the sense to buy her – what a bunch of num biker twats that must live in this region, ignoring a piece of gorgeous metal like her!!! Well, all the better for me. Naturally I still get pain in my wrists, ace in my back, numb fingers, stiff legs, sore shoulders, wet nose, brown trousers and all the rest 🙂 LOVE IT!!!

The only thing I hate is the stupid Nolan helmet I bought because it matched the bike… what a dumb deal that was. The thing makes noise like a jet engine, if you exceed 120 you think your brain will be sucked out through your ears, the visor automatically opens when you check the dead angle and it fogs up like a polish bath house… JUNK if there ever was any. Only poverty kept me from getting a new fresh lid at the Ducati shop (Beck & Berger). I found a classic Ducati helmet from Showa that looked great and had a perfect fit. Also it had good protection against turbulence so it looked fit for the job. Maybe next time…

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//Prez