OK....so naughty person goes stir crazy...
Been landlocked for the N weeks like everyone else - or, at least those that are considered sufficiently decrepit through age..
.....so, today, and in what passes for desperation, I felt driven to ‘saddle up‘ and give it a reprehensible / quasi-illegal whirl...
Had it in my subconscious to head for the Ace cafe....which is on the opposite side of The Smoke from where I reside....
though the remnants of my good sense never intended for me to stop by for a sampling of their delectable egg ‘n chips
.....not this time.
Such a joy was it, to be out on the open road, so much of an immersive experience, that I distractedly missed my non-destination...
but clocked up a mere thirty seven miles of rediscovery of the joy of it all...
BUT
what I also rediscovered (there’s no such thing as unmitigated pleasure) is that my hands....‘specially the left one,
suffer increasing discomfort, pain and numbness, as the miles mount up.....partly, I guess, through taking the weight of my ‘forward lean’
-perhaps a set of bar-risers might help with that?.... but also because my hands are small and, since I can’t feel comfortable at the notion of not ‘covering the clutch’, and, as far as I can tell, I’ve adjusted the lever for minimum span.....
I’m a bit stuck...
Any ideas?
(there you are, that was almost an entire chapter of closely written semi-drivel)