Motivation zero. Laughter unheard of. I am pretty sure that I personally, am at my lowest point thus far inside the pandemic. To be 1000% clear, I in no way, want to diminish the pain, anguish or loss that so many have felt thus far throughout the pandemic. In general, I actually have it pretty good. Although we have friends whom have had Covid deaths, I personally have not lost anyone close to me.

Wow….it’s been quite “the” year. At the LGBTQ party hosted by the US Embassy in Mexico I’m not sure how most measure their years??? I measure mine not only by time, but by distance as well. We just need to to define our distance metric =] So what has changed? Well, I no longer fear or doubt myself. That’s a biggie! Opinions are just that. Social media aghhh…reach out rather than opt in!

Serendipity played it’s part yesterday. A series of events that lead me to an open invitation track day at Hampton Downs. With summer drawing to a close here in New Zealand, and my bike going back into storage due to overseas committments, “scratching” on a track day was the perfect way to end the season. But it wasn’t the thrill of the 20 somethings on their sports bikes being left in my wake on my “tourer” that I enjoyed most.

Each year, we all get to enjoy travelling around the circumference of the sun a.k.a your birthday. Some take this time to reflect. Others try find a new youth and binge themselves at the bottom of a bottle or a handful of pills. This year, my lovely lady decided to surprise me and change it up! Knowing I’d nudged a fair amount of speed via the 2 wheeled variety, and that I’d be petrified of jumping from a perfectly good plane, she did the next best thing.

Most people these days can count their best friends from the fingers of both hands. Personally I think myself pretty darn special lucky knowing that I have all but one. I don’t mean those kind of friends you +1 or Like or whatever else you crazy kids are twatter flapping about. I mean the kind of friends that are dependable, loyal and honest (even when it hurts). The ones you’d travel half way around the world just to pop in for a cup tea and shoot the breeze.