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Aug 2020
Hilda the Honda was mothballed for Winter
now, finally, after all the cobwebs have been dusted
Hilda once again feels the freedom of Summer.
A few mechanical changes have given her
10mph more than last year, amazing,
for such an old servant.
For a short time left of good weather
Hilda will be bombing around our Island
carrying my oldering carcass with her.
Written by
nivek
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