Had them sitting around and thought I'd make use of them. ...

In Peterborough's graffiti tunnel, where bikes abide, We roar with engines, our spirits inside. Eco's echoing beats, or quiet as can be, We respect the artists, and their memory....

Spring arrives, winter says goodbye My bike's revived, ready to fly Cabin fever's gone, sanity restored Riding free, my heart's explored...

Partial rider error, using the phone while riding Lesson learnt...

So went for a celebratory ride along the coast... adding to his 84000 plus miles!!...