Family history and motorcycles – it’s genetic…

It’s nearly Christmas and for some of us family is top of mind. I’m an accountant and IT guy, so got the phone call tonight to ‘come fix the bloody iPad, your mother broke it’.  So I hop on my 1980 CX500 and ride over to mum’s about 9pm.  It’s been raining for about six years …

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