It's a wonderfull life..

Here I am back from a six to six shift behind that fuckin MPS. Stopped over at the Uniflor for a after-shift Miller, and some mindless banter with the usual gamblers behind those equally mindless coin operated machines, no longer hidden in the back corner.

As I tuck into my first one,

My love for the KLR650 has multiplied in leaps and bounds since first taking her from the almost unwilling grasp of Doctor KLR back in September last year.