Leaving the Tropics
I am a little bit sad. I am leaving the Tropics. Reality is calling me back. In few days I will be flying to Spain from Johannesburg. I will leave the Princess in the best hands possible. My friend Rydall, the angel who picked me on the road, is going to keep her meanwhile I am out. He can ride her, better said: he must do it because I do not want her to get rust, fat and lazy. She deserves the road and the path, she needs real biker love and if I can not for a while, I want a good new boyfriend who gives to her. As you can see, this is another big difference between human and bikers love.
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