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It’s after days like yesterday when you realize that you’re not eighteen anymore, goodness me. Waking up this morning was one thing, getting out of bed in the usual fashion a complete other. I can almost say that I still feel the shape of the seats in that Spitfire imprinted on my back, ouch!

Noticed I said ‘seats’? What I really meant was ‘tubes, a few steel plates with a leather looking wraparound that resemble a seat looking … thing. The comfort, that kind seats usually give you, was only optical in this car. Most comfort came from the thick coat I was wearing. :-)

I’d do it again in a heartbeat, don’t get me wrong, I just need some time to recover. That’s all. It’ll be fun playing snooker tonight I reckon … ;-)

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