Saddle tramp

Well home now and early night. Lovely day just tramping about the peaks on my saddle. Lots of memories remembered, a nice one made. Only stress was some pratty kid in a little silver car coming out of Bradwell decided that killing me was a better idea than him losing face. Think he wet himself when he realised that he had pissed a grown up off. Never seen such a look of fear when I pulled up in front of him. Not such a big boy now and maybe will not dick around with bikes again? Anyway no threats just a look.
Other than that most people driving well. Odd 4×4 driver that does not believe bikes are allowed to filter and its their holy role to pull out and deliberately block our path. Not good idea. Read the highway code.
But that was rare. Weather cool enough for leathers. I am liking my new beard as When wearing helmet hides the triple chins. The bigger bike jacket gives the impression I am stocky not just chubby due to meds n inactivity. So almost felt confident for a while. Friendly face or two in Castleton and met Donna (was Delaney) in Tidza so munched over few memories in the street.
Ended up at folks for a chinese takeaway. Finally landed home. Fish, frogs fed an Gayle the gecko chatted to.
Lets hope dont pay too much a price tomorrow. Well bed calling. See yer all after the dark has gone away.

Tideswell from the Pot Market 

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Jonesy the Dog of Socialism

I am in my 50's (ok 51), I have life challenges but still continue to be a father, a biker, a socialist and a human being. I fight hate and injustice in any way I can. I am me.

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