Tuesday 3 March 2009

The Dark

There it looms, black in all its blackness, slightly damp and glistening in the cold hard electric light.

It waits for me, waits, waits for me to separate its elements, to wrap it in bubbles of air and tubes of foam.

It waits for the cable ties, the torx key, the spanner, the tape.

It waits for the plastic caps, the plastic braces, the plastic spacers.

The cordura cases, the padded bags, the lock, the tag.

I really really must start packing my bike.

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