The difference a motorised bike makes…

I miss my bike in Bali so much that today I actually hovered outside someone’s house in South Harrow contemplating whether I could justify spending £450 on this ex-pizza delivery bike…


Admittedly, it’s a little different to my Bali one. The setting was a little different, too…


Ah Bali, I miss you. I miss your transport. Sniff, sniff.

I’m heading off for a new adventure soon – Nashville, Tennessee baby! I’m not sure I’ll have a bike there, or any mode of transport really, but I sure am looking forward to a honky tonk time on my own two dancing feet.

Life’s a journey I guess – no matter how we travel.

And now I really want a pizza.

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