Declan Hayes

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

Mee ka igwefoto dị ala ma hapụ igwe kwụ otu ebe ahụ ka ọ bịakwute gị. Ịchụso ya adịghị adị ngwa ngwa — iguzo otu ebe na-eme ka ọ dị mma.

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.

Oge oyi abụọ gara aga, edeela m ya ma anaghị m pịnye ya. Ụfọdụ igwe ị na-eji kpọrọ ihe naanị mgbe onye ọzọ chọrọ ha.

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.