Summer is slowly sneaking up on us, the time where I turn into a 16 year old addicted to:
- the smell of a bike running rich
- the smell of fresh chain lube
- the coffee whilst waiting for the bike to warm up in the mornings
- the slip sliding on the Teflon tyres on the wet Scottish roads
- the two fingers waved aggressively in the bus driver’s face
- the time to mock Mauro for not having his big bike license yet
- the conversations with Jamie about how loose his helmet fits on his new hair style
- the 3 hours spent with Ann cleaning the bikes late Sunday afternoons
