Today I rode 50km north of Helsinki to put my Enfield to sleep for the winter. And though it was a sunny day . I froze my freaking nuts off. Again.
I'm just too cold still to write replies. Only YES and NO can I muster. I've also retreated back to Chaucer English, my brain is so cold.
That movie..so funny Anyway, after parking up the bike in the big barn, my buddy drove me from his farm to the local train station where I could get a train back to Helsinki. On the way he points out a big field. "Yeah, and this one's ours. Next year we're going to plant weed." Took me 5 minutes to figure out he'd said "wheat"
I was kinda quiet for a bit.. Then I had to ask him and explain. He nearly went off the road laughing. I'll admit I was hoping..
