autumn. the days grow shorter and the nights longer, we are past the autumn equinox, winters coming, but, for a few precious weeks we hang on to the faded glory of the summer. cool, clear days, low sunshine, quiet roads, perfect for riding, the smell of freshly ploughed earth, cut hedges and dampness, the sound of gulls following the tractor, wheeling and diving, carrying the thermals as they hunt the treasure of a fat, juicy worm. spunk a couple of tank's of fuel just riding the lanes, numb bum and tingling fingers, hooning hooliganism hoisting up the front wheel, stamping on the brake to lock the back wheel, mcdonalds coffee, sticker applied for my free sixth refill, just good to be out there. gives you time to think too, got home and started stripping the peaky blinder, got an idea............
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