Had to commute a thousand kilometers home. Had to do it on a Bloody Royal Enfield. Wore a rear sprocket bare. But took a detour and found one of the
best forest roads in the South to go sideway, with all my luggage on board. It must have been good if a 100 dirty clicks felt like thirty minutes. I'm home. The motorcycle's still not here. I guess 'the best things in life....'
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