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zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance
DTT entertained by the traffic and congestion
and by my newly UNsilenced exhausts
stopped to fill the oil tank with the wrong oil
in london, found 20/50 oil and did a complete oil change
had a little photo shoot with creative types
rode west for my third appointment with a psycho therapist
on the way, the high beam switch on perou-bike disintegrated rendering the front lamp lightless
stopped at ACC for some improv assistance
RTB at dusk, riding dark (but loud)
on opening the bunker car gate i found two young men inside the yard and the pedestrian gate open.
'what the fuck are you doing?' i said, as menacingly as possible
'we're just having a look' said one of the men, '...the door was open'
'FUCK OFF NOW' i said getting off the bike and shutting the door behind them.
the assistant responsible for the breach in security will be flogged tomorrow.