So, why are we on here when we should be out there?

I've been out this morning hooning round Epping Forest on the Triumph. First time I've done that for a long time, and I think it will be the last. When I say "round" I mean "into bits of", as I rather fucked it up, crashed and broke bits of motorcycle. Thankfully I'm fine, so this afternoon I went out for a ride on the Blue Quinn. That I managed to not fuck up, didn't crash, did enjoy it a hell of a lot more than the morning. Bikes > Motorbikes and Not Crashing > Crashing.

I'm back now. Beer > No Beer.

I want beer, but I have coffee. And I'm lazy. Besides, some folk are supposed to come for my rubbish bikes, so I|'m waiting on them before I take off for more beverage.

Been to collect our new kitten who is a bit traumatised by the change of environment and has spent several hours hiding under the sofa/behind record racks and refusing to entertain us in a suitably kitten-like manner.

I'm writing a computer program in MATLAB to evaluate the drag integral of a NACA 0012 Aerofoil based on the pressure distribution output from Hanley's VisualFoil Plus.

Happy?

fucking fucking fucking fuck. fucking application fucking forms.

sun, beer and kittens.

you guys make me sick.

Just got back from a 50 mile ride - New Cross to Richmond Park and round a few times, then back. Bloody lovely, here's to sunshine and bicycles!

Lovely day out in the sun grass track racing in Haggerston Park.

I decided to go on a training ride with other people. Now I'm waiting for them to get it together. Next week, solo ride.

Or come on the 'Round Chelmsford' if you fancy:

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