Don't wanna, can't make me

Ride the Mile Eater that is. Currently car-less, pretty skint and there's things in town to be done. Not recommended to walk, 'coz of the lung thing. Running out of supplies here, in fact as I'm out of milk, can't even make bread on the premises. I'm going to hold out for an hour or so, as I'm on a course away for two days as of tonight... doesn't seem a lot of point getting perishables in today.

Of course the riding reluctance makes sense, never want to get on again after something bad happens. Didn't ride it for months after I had a really bad trip in September whereupon I nearly smashed it four times; and after Sunday night's near hyperthermia experience, I don't much feel like getting on again. Freezing night, boots and socks soaked through with freezing rain and by the time I was approaching Grantham I couldn't see a damned thing as the visor was terminally fogged. All style and smoothness of riding went out of the window, just a case of surviving one corner into the next. Horrible. A hundred miles of nastyness, which when you're out there, you doubt you'll see the end of. But I suppose when your car goes phut, it's nice to have a spare option. Anyways up, I'm ignoring the classic premise that when it gets bad, get back on again at the first opportunity or you'll blow it forever.

So anyway, get on the bike I must. And strap silly things to it, I must. And being a cunning sort of bloke, I'm shoving a spare holdall into my course luggage so I can do a supplies run on the way home in the official motor, then stuff it on a bus :oD.