I felt like the ceiling was about to fall on my head. The four walls seemed to come closer and closer. Although I had decided to give up motorcycling for the moment, I had to get out. The weather is playing along. For the first time this year the beads of sweat are flowing down my face. I sit down on my Honda CG125, born 1981, the small single cylinder four stroke with lots of charm. More than 10 years older than I am. I wonder what it has experienced. The sun on my face feels good, warm air flows through my jacket. The camera in my backpack ready, the spot for a spontaneous shooting I already have in my head. The remaining are pictures. Enjoy.
