TRH (The Retired Husband) has gone and done it. He’s finally got himself The Trike he has been yearning for and working towards getting for the last two years or more.
For the last week he has been preparing for the trip. Don’t ask me all the details. I just don’t know. But he has –
spent countless hours on the phone organising insurance cover, planning the pick up and whatever else needed doing on the phone
bought a new suitcase that would be compact enough to fit on the trike yet large enough to contain essentials like TWO helmets (????)
bought merino woollen thermal underwear – that means long johns. It’s cold in them there hills and vales he will be traversing
Our alarm sounded off at 0445 this morning. By the time we left home 15 minutes later, he looked like Michelin man in the many layered outfit he was wearing (‘cos he needed the space in his luggage for other things). I bet he was roasting in the plane wearing that thermal underwear, bikie boots and stuff.
So this morning at the ungodly hour of 5 am I took him to the airport.
From there he flew to Sydney. Took the train to Penrith. Paid for The Trike. And hit the road.
This photo is it – the new addition to our garage. He is overnighting at Goulburn as he vroom vrooms his way home over the next week.
He’s a happy chappy. Us girls – Tess and me – are at home holding the fort.
© Raili Tanska
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