Yes, I’m borrowing the Title of this post from Monty Python.

Yes, I’m broke because I’ve only been working 2 days a week.

Yes, I’ve moved out of the Auburn apartment (since I can’t pay rent)

Yes, I’m living on the Central Coast again.

Yes, that is a picture of my bike.

Well…. went for a ride upto my parents place on the central coast on Saturday, mainly so I could do some xmas shopping (with my parents car) and leave the gifts there, rather than strapping them to the bike.

So I go up the old road, fun and some of the damp/shady patches made the ride interesting. Unfortunately my parents live a bit further north than the end of the old road, so I need to take the freeway for 10 minutes.

As I turn into the on-ramp, I realise I’m going a little fast, and I’m going to hit the “concrete triangle” that creates the left turn to the on-ramp. So I reduce the throttle and throw her a bit further over….

….And she responds by bucking like a bronco and turning hard to the left, as a result my left leg slipped backwards off the footpeg and bounced off the ground, came straight up and my knee bounced off the tank. I pulled on the brakes (as I was now heading towards the shiny metal barrier) and tried to change down gears…. and my leg (in its combo of pain and throbbing numbness) didn’t want to work.

So she stalled, and since my leg wasn’t working I ended up laying her down on the side (after she’d stopped) as I simultaneously fell off and clutched my leg.

Some friendly passer-bys stopped and picked up the bike (which was fine), and checked on me. I gave my leg a once over, and realised nothing was broken or dislocated, just sprained and bruised.

So I got up and rode off (once my heartrate dropped to a much more normal level).

No permanent damage…. but the leg hurts (when walking and stuff, riding is fine). Dencorub makes it feel much better though.

I finally got to use the reserve fuel switch yesterday after I came to a stop and thought to my self “My bike is idling really quietly…..” Oh well….

And a nice picture of it in sepia toned glory.

I have a strange feeling that the entire smokescreen of rumour and lies that swirls around many areas of my life is coming to some kind of specific point. It’s that feeling that many strands of seemingly unrelated events are all leading towards a specific episode, and that specific episode is an unavoidable destiny that can’t be avoided and is best confronted.

It also seems to me that the episode can either be very good, or very bad. Not anything in the middle.

But the heading of this phrase seems to resonate with my thoughts…. (the translation from romani is “There are lies more believable than truth”) I think the episode will be the result of persons or people believing the smokescreen.

Unfortunately from my perspective I’ve lost a complete understanding of what the truth is, and have no idea who will believe the lies (it could even be me).

Or maybe it’s just very late and since I haven’t interacted with anyone or slept much since taking up my new temporary residence my paranoid delusions have overwhelmed me.

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