Once I got to The States, I was off to a dealer and then to Los Angeles and the coast.
The feeling of riding the fast southern interstate with everything easy at hand, a bike serviced and running new rubber was a treat- beyond a breath of fresh air- a gale blowing through the dust and cobwebs of my riding soul. I had been feeling done with the trip, just tired and sick of hassles- everything was more work than it was worth. Now I was eagerly looking forward- loving the feel of every mile as it spun away under my tyres.
But, it wasn’t long before those spinning miles were stopped and the bike silenced.
Sorry, I guess I should have been a little more precise… It’s only The Americas that are over!