Apparently there are two types of people who ride motorcycles - those who have already fallen off, and those who are still going to fall off one day.Last week, I found out the hard way that my trusty Vuka doesn't like loose gravel. Thankfully I wasn't going too fast, and my right knee and elbow managed to save the bike from any serious damage. There is also no permanent damage to me either, but dropping to one knee to receive Communion this past Sunday must have looked a little strange to some of the people (a strange initiation ritual for probationer ministers, perhaps?).
Anyway, I've finally bought myself my own piece of tar, so now that I've got that out of the way, I can get on with my life...
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