Declan Hayes

Two riders, one red light, forty seconds of arguing about tyre pressure. Standard Tuesday.

Fa mfoninitwa afiri no to fam na ma sakre no mmra wo nkyɛn. Sɛ wotaa no a, ɛnyɛ sɛ ɛyɛ ntɛmntɛm da — gyinabea a wogyina hɔ pintinn no yɛ saa.

Rain does not make roads slippery. The first ten minutes of rain do, when the oil lifts. After that it is just wet.

Not the torque wrench. A cheap magnetic tray — because the bolt you drop is the bolt you never find.

Out before eight and back before the traffic. The best road in Ireland is any road with nobody on it.

Awɔw bere abien a atwam ni no memaa wɔkyerɛwee na manmia send da. Mfiri binom a wubu no sɛ ɛsom bo bere a obi foforo pɛ pɛnkoro pɛ.

Tyre plugs, a small pump, zip ties and cash. Three of those have got me home; the fourth got me a coffee.

Listed it, got two calls, took the ad down the same evening. Some machines you only value once somebody else wants them.