Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up


My darling Yamaha

I found the bike safe, against expectations, still hiding in the alleyway in Whitechapel where I left it. The wing mirrors were twisted inwards like the arms of a schoolkid doing an uurrrgggh spazz imitation. I found it by getting as close to the dangerously twisted state I was in when I crashed it and retracing my route...

More observations about last night in a moment... I have some work shit to take care of...