Tedbiker: Blog

Well, it was a vacation if you consider minimum sleep and a lot of winding winches and pulling on ropes a vacation! My son needed to move his ketch Birubi from Maldon to a boat yard at Walton-on-the-Naze, where she is to have her bottom sand-blasted and primed before she's painted with some horribly expensive incredibly durable epoxy paint and Coppercoat anti-fouling. It was fun, despite getting quite queasy with the motion on the run in the Wallet. Not to mention getting ashore downstream of Pin Mill Saturday night, squelching ashore through deep sticky mud. Worth it for the Suffolk sausages and cider. Cider, that is, the fermented juice of apples, not a soft drink. Add to that the round trip totaling 360 miles on my new bike (Oscar).
So that's why I didn't get much writing done over the last week. I'm still working on chapter 11 of the third Devastation Diary and there's a long way to go with that story before I can post it.
Ted

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Just over a week ago I bought a motor-cycle. Last Friday I rode it - running in, so without exceeding 50mph! - here to Maldon, where I am child-minding my nieces. Since they're in school, it means I actually have time to write, though it takes some discipline to actually do that rather than something less demanding of mental effort, like ride my new bike! Current project is a much longer Devastation Diary. I'm up to chapter 6 already. Better hope I can think of a suitable ending...

You may have guessed there's often an element of wish fulfillment in my tales; not so much the sex (though I admit I'd like more) but, for example, living on a boat (in ANL and Serendipity) and riding motorbikes. I am in the process of living one of my wishes. Like Ray King in 'The Bike and Jamela' I'm buying an Indian Royal Enfield. In fact, God willing, I collect it tomorrow. I don't suppose there's a Jamela in my future - I'm quite sure my wife (who has not left) would not approve - but at least I'll be back on two wheels. Hopefully on a machine that isn't too much for my old reflexes to cope with. It is - I hate to say this - twenty-seven years since I last owned a motorbike. Wish me luck, and look out for more stories starring a Royal Enfield Bullet!

First chapter of two is in the queue. Enjoy. But you'll have to wait for the sex.