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My therapy involves a motorcycle. Simple as that. There is no other feeling like that, no other thing that sets me free as much as riding a motorcycle. I am going through some personal stuff right now and riding gives me a break when my thoughts are heavy on the mind… Fortsätt läsa Third time is the charm
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The Beast turned into a Bitch today. I was going for a solo ride, just a couple of miles to check if the brake caliper cleaning was still valid, but instead I had to fix a leaking fuel hose. Those damn hose clamps seems to vibrate out of place when riding…
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It’s been way too long since my last confession. I’ve been busy trying to get my life on track and there are some major changes to it. I won’t bore you with the details but let’s just say that nothing will ever be what it used to be… Let’s put that aside for now and focus on the important thing here: Spring came today and with it the first tour of the year! Fortsätt läsa Spring break
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My bike did not pass the MOT inspection. As expected, I might add. So why do I feel so happy anyways? Because of the way it failed. Sometimes what seems to be a loss is actually a victory (and vice versa). Let me explain this to you… Fortsätt läsa The victory fail
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What a day! First it was “take your bike to work”-day, or at least I rode the bike to work. Great opening. In the evening I did some shopping and got my hands on some Lindstrands gear, more specifically the enduro pants Lindstrand Lizard, Berglund limited edition, and the gloves Lindstrands Flex. I was going for the Comet gloves but opted for the somewhat more expensive Flex due to their palm sliders given the recent turn of events (my hands still hurt from the accident). After that it was time for some riding and trying out the gear… Fortsätt läsa Lindstrands Lizard, Berglund limited edition: First look
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Things are happening quickly now, or rather, things are starting to show. Almost everything I do now is visual. Not like hooking up two connectors the right way or tweaking a setting of the carbs or polishing up an area just beneath the oil cooler. No, we’re talking major league now. It shows and it makes me proud. Fortsätt läsa The final countdown
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It’s been one of these mornings. You know, the ones that make you wish you would have stayed in bed. The ones that can only be countered by the act of riding aimlessly through the city, reclaiming your soul, your humanity in the process. And yet you don’t because you’re stuck at work. Yeah, it’s been one of these mornings… Fortsätt läsa Tuesday blues