Ruthie has been in a world of pain for the last cou­ple of weeks draft­ing sched­ules, which when the trial prepa­ra­tion jobs are dished out is surely the short­est and shit­ti­est stick to get. How­ever Ruthie, unlike Geeklawyer, accepts that her place in uni­verse means that such tasks are on occas­sion unavoid­able, and serve to bal­ance out the bad karma from all the bad things she did in a pre­vi­ous life.

Unfor­tu­nately rather than get­ting down to the job with a whis­tle, the pain of the job means that Ruthie finds every excuse to engage in dis­place­ment activ­ity: mak­ing cups of cof­fee, colour cod­ing her files etc etc, which only extends the pain and makes the job last ten times longer than it should.

Still all things come to an end, even sched­ules, and to cel­e­brate Ruthie took her­self off to a motor­cy­cle track day. Ruthie tends not to ride in groups, and when she does she likes ral­lies where she only has to ride very very slowly, becuase the hideous truth is this: Ruthie is afraid to ride fast.

But read­ers, the mar­vel­lous peo­ple at the Cal­i­for­nia Super­bike School have now put an end to Ruthie’s ter­ror. After a few laps round Snet­ter­ton race track, Ruthie is now bomb­ing down the lanes like Valentino Rossi. Just with a slightly less cool bike.

Only prob­lem: remem­ber­ing the roads unlike the track, con­tain oncom­ing traf­fic. :shock: