That Norge , with you and your Significant Pillion, are one of the chief reasons I think *riding* is one of the last bastions of genteel dedication.
What would we do otherwise? Tilt at the windmills of our lives? My adversaries are less than worthy. Let them squirm in the buttery quagmire they have created for themselves. The briefs and narratives, reviews and submissions . . .
I am overly ready for the road, the horizon, and the challenge of The Machine, The Weather, and The Road.
OK, well and the the Single Malt, the Grappa, and the relentless discussion of how my oil lines are ill-routed . . .