The best laid plans of mice and men have taken a hit all around the world and mine too, to an insignificant ‘first world problem’ degree. A jolly adventure to Ireland this spring was never going to happen once the loo rolls and disinfectant started flying off the shelves. Work too has made a land grab for my life and greedily consumed most of my waking hours since my return from the states well over a year ago.

It’s not all bad, temptation lent on the doorbell and a friend of a friend hooked me up with the seller of a 1998 Guzzi Daytona RS with 9 thousand kilometres on the clock and a seriously inappropriate exhaust system. She was pretty and mean and meant something to me, I’d sold a similar bike, the 1100 Sport, back when I was married and the prospect of righting that appealed.

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