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It is 6-30 am and I can hear a motor bike on the main road in the distance down on the flat and remember that on the few occassions I rode on the road just how cold it was on a bike, particularly once after riding back to Hornsby having fallen in a puddle on a trail ride at Wisemans Ferry, I had to be lifted off the bike as I think I was frozen solid...never ever so cold..bikes as a romantic form of transport left my thoughts forever after.
Alex
Alex
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