Lunch. Somewhere in Italy.

Just follow your nose.

The part of me that never rests looked upon the squiggly road in the distance and wondered where it leads - and what it would be like to ride. The feel of loose dirt under the tyre and the sound it makes. Last month I went 5 days straight without a single drop of coffee, the ensuing headaches nearly broke me - but life without a bike is a much harder to bear. Must be about time to come home.

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