Fail to plan…
Mar 30, 2022
2 minutes
Mikko Nieminen, Editor
As the afternoon turned into night, and then into rather late indeed, I cursed myself for being so bloody stupid. I was waiting for a recovery truck to come and fetch me and my bike. At first, I had been given an estimate of four to five hours. Not great, I thought, but decided to wait.
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