Thursday, 3 June 2010

Down the road, early evening.

A mustard-coloured motorbike, low-slung, with gleaming chrome and a quiet engine, and its rider with flying black leather fringes and flames on his helmet, are an unusual sight hereabouts.


Rouchswalwe said...

Ooo! Flying fringes and flames. How intriguing!

Lucy said...

Yes, rather dashing! I couldn't help but smile, and the eyes behind the helmet smiled back.