The Next Installment
A new date has been semi-set.
At some stage this week, unless some unforseen circumstance, like a freak storm ravaging Sassville, or flash flooding, or earthquakes or some other natural disaster should occur, the watchmaker and I will be heading out on our bikes.
God help me.
If I can go arse over in the middle of a perfectly well designed bowling alley, how am I ever going to stay upright on a wobbly old bike heading down a narrow dirt track??
This will undoubtedly end badly.
Or maybe not...
Depends on whether you think minor lacerations and gravel rash are sexy or not I guess!!

Its just how we are wired.
;P