Back in Oz. I’m suffering from “Minsk Throttle Syndrome”, whereby you unintentionally exit your driveway on one wheel for 15 feet, but it’s still fun. Thus, I exit my street in spectacular fashion past the removing truck guys who give a cheer. The front wheel gently kissed the ground (I was going slightly uphill), to my horror, I had to pull the bike over almost immediately due to a mechanical/electrical gremlin. Testing the machine’s full diagnostics, I discovered all primary functions were operational—ignition system, lights, indicators, trip meter, computer, and clock. The horn has ceased to function.
I had a blast in Hanoi. I’m getting pickies copied to a disc. Five rolls. Will select “rippers” and post to you later (ie, when I can be bothered)
Thanks for the trip, Sydney is sooooo boring in comparison. Hope to get back.
Cheers for your guidance, I always felt safe.
I have tempered my riding style in Sydney for the time being…
P.S.: It’s really nice to have brakes again