Goodbye Red Racer

My unstealable bike was stolen sometime in the last few days. It was unstealable because it looked like the piece of solid steel junk that it was, but boy could it move. I'll miss beating the traffic on it.

*sniff*

Sitting on Red Racer in better times.

Owning Adelaide

I owned Adelaide. After living, studying and working, even couriering on bike for a while, it belonged to me. I knew the place, it's people, its streets.

Sydney however, belongs to someone else. It still feels like I am just visiting, or maybe squatting. Maybe the place is too big for anyone to own it, maybe.

Crumpled up poster at the Clare Hotel.

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