I keep on waking up thinking that it’s Friday. My disappointment levels are massive.
I had far too much of an exciting journey in coming around an unlit foggy corner to find Bambi’s older sister in the road. The joys of the coun’ry.
Slip of a thing on a single cylinder old Honda, no indicators, no break light - even legal?! Sparkly lid with vagabond tattoo sticker on back. Cute as anything! Quite unusual!
I am sure it depends on the bike, but mine being a wee one it is quite engine breaky.  The only times I can take my hand off the throttle without too much is going down hill or by slipping the clutch, which usually seems a bad idea never mind situations where you need to warn others of your intentions.
