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  • Peter Pan
    Stage directions - Act 1: "the shadow is a flimsy thing, which is not more material than a puff of smoke, and if let go would probably float into the ceiling without discolouring it. Yet it has human shape,"



    I took my bike out to Appletreewick yesterday. Do you know it? If there is a God and she takes holidays I suspect she goes there to camp.
    I went the long way round, out past Addingham and on to Blubberhouses (oh the English and their wonderful place names) and rounded up over all the B roads till I hit the Craven Arms for a pub lunch. My bike is a 125cc, I still have L plates on her. I can get 60 out of her but she more chugs than speeds. I dropped her twice. You aren't meant to admit that as a biker.
    The curve of these roads, some of them as I turned and stopped ready to let the oncoming traffic out, well the ground just wasn't beneath me. My hips and thighs are covered in bruises. I am about 47 kilo's. Layla, my bike is at least twice that. People stopped and helped me pick her up because I can't manage her on such steep inclines on my own when she has fallen.

    I got over my embarrassment and got back on her. On to the next stopping point.

    Is that true?

    My shadow rider is on a bigger bike, she has leathers perfect for her size. Her bike does not have L plates. It has enough power to ride those roads and not have to pull in to let others overtake her. My shadow rider does not have to keep fighting her corner when people try to take advantage. She is respected. She has more resources than I, more security than I, more faith in than herself than I. She rides without me sometimes.

    I am not sure she is sewn on right. I will find a strong thread and let you know how it goes.
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