Dear diary... or should that be dear blog,
I've been told I'm a bit quiet and don't show my emotions much... so what better way than to start a blog and share my thoughts with the world wide web.
So, here I am, sitting down after riding my 1 week old motorbike back from my brother's place, a bit preoccupied with whether I've done more than superficial damage to my bike because I bent the gearshifter when I dropped the bike on the weekend. Oh well...it still runs, I suppose I'll just have it checked out at the 1000km service. And I thought I'd try really hard and be a really good novice rider and not drop my bike... so much for placing high expectations on yourself.
I've been working a bit much lately. Haven't allowed as much time for my usual recreations. I did enjoy however, the trip out to Woodend a few weekends ago on the mountain bike. It reminded me how, with rain, hail or shine, zooming through narrow tracks on my trusty mountain bike never fails to bring a smile to my face.
I've never kept a diary. But at 31 years old, maybe it's time to start spending a bit of time reflecting on things. Better late than never I suppose.
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