so Wasabi lost her poobs today. Do you know it was really painful in a way? We had a strange ride as our last day on Poobs yesterday. But today was just very Alice in Wonderland for me. I raced out of the hospital at 1100 ish to go to the Port RMS. Whizzed in got served straight away. Was told because I have an exemplary driving record (pa I'm just a tin arse tbh) I got a five year license for $87 smakeroos.Noice. I looked at the bit of paper that represented so much that has happened to me and others in my life over the past 12 months that I veered from elation to regret to ecstacy to sorrow in the space of 5 mins. I sat in the circus car looking at the letters CU RU and tried to describe what those letters meant to me. Too much? Not enough? Am I mental (okay more than usual) for getting the bike I am? Doubts descended on me like a full duck eiderdown. I actually had a little cry because learning to ride has represented so so much more than darlin Wasabi. I am actually crying whilst I am typing this and I am not so sure why. Time for the meds and a bullet! So poobs going Going Gone Tonight I went for a quick ride sans poobs and funnily, I actually felt a greater sense of ?responsibility now, it was like having a p plate forgave me any riding errors and supplied an alibi for my occasional stupidity. This was the Lake Innes winery. I have learnt so much about myself at the ripe old age of 54, about control (which I struggle with), about social media through NR ( which I am scared of), about being more aware of your surroundings but most of all, li'l Wasabi and riding has provided me with a wonderful exilharating escape from most parts of me and my life. It was timely. Riding makes me always focus on the moment and for that time, not wallow in the past like a fat old rhino in mud. This weekend will be the last time Wasabi and I ride the Oxley together weather permitting. She'll be transported back to Sydney next week as I decided to trade her. So I toast Wasabi, riding and my NR comrades (and foes) because being able to (over)share my journey has often been cathartic and sometimes soooo pathetic. Wasabi was only allowed a taste me going the whole bottle as better to have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy (although that may be on the cards!) But some of you on NR honestly have no idea how crucial your supportive, kind, funny, teasing and honest comments to me have been during my self-induced dark dark moments. I won't embarass you by naming you guys but I always send good karma your way.