FROM THE FRONT
Do you ever suffer from An Appalling Understanding? A moment of sheer frustration with yourself that you’ve done something daft? It used to happen to me a lot, then it sort-of faded away, and now it’s back in full shout. Just in time for Summer. Hurrah, of course. About what am I rambling? About the foolish sale of machines that I really, really liked. We’ve all done this, so do not bother to deny it. And if you genuinely have never stumbled in this way on the path to the perfected motorcycle, award yourself a putty medal and make a donation to your favourite charity. Such perfection is rare indeed. Putty medal? My old grammar school Maths teacher awarded them to swots like... ah... other pupils who had done well in…