Last we heard of St. Blackie she was confined to some basement somewhere in Delft; and truth be told she is sorely missed. I see her everywhere I go, at parking bays, going around a corner only to go and check and confirm that indeed she is still lying in state in that basement.
Sometimes I wonder how things would have turned out if I had stayed with her; if we hadn't had that public split and if she hadn't tried to kill me; how far would we be now?
I have a new one now (henceforth reffered to as Newbie); still stuck on the name to append to her. She hasn't come up with any spectacular character traits worth appending a name to. She is lithe, fast, in good conditioning but of late I have noticed small traits that may be associated to her predecessor.
She has recently picked up a noise! Yes people, St. Blackie lives on. I was riding behind some miscellaneous individual and his transport medium was emitting a sound comparable only to a banshee in pain. In the spirit of the whole moment, I had a bit of a laugh that was short lived because it took all of a couple of seconds for Newbie to figure out just how to emit a similar sound; the only problem is that if this had been a singing contest, Newbie would be one of those who's clips are scorned for eternity because all she could muster was a raspy screeching-like noise emanating from somewhere near or on the chain that has successfully managed to stick up to date.
So maybe the spirit of St. Blackie has moved on and possesed Newbie or maybe colonised my mind to the point of believing so. Either way, Newbie has picked up her first sound...and so it begins...
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