All morons hate it when you call them a moron. - Holden Caulfield.
Today I rode with the Solo bunch. What an utter pleasure riding with those riders is. Sociable, courteous, caring and run with a velvet fist. Thanks guys and girls, I'll be back.
On Wednesday, I had a predawn ride with Mikeal, the man who shuffles his own deck. Hence forth him will have the additional honorific of Sid Too. The reasons for his new second title are as follows:-
Arrives in the dark with two bottles on his bike, we are about to ride and he mentions that he has no water in either. Better yet, he does have some drink powder in one. No water, but drink powder...How yummy would have been dry raro and salt?
Back light won't go, we ride down the road, and as we round the first corner backlight is ejected from the bike. Stop, pick up the pieces, carry on, sans one battery.
On return I find missing battery, no wonder light didn't go, battery had rust and corrosion on the anode.
Fair justification for a new title me thinks.
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