Monday morning was not easy. The sun was shining, and the early-morning fog had burned off. Eugene was green and bright – but I was at work, miles away from my garaged, cooped-up Ural Patrol.

It was hard to look out the window, think of my Ural, and not skive off work to go riding. “Cough, cough” – I can just see it now – “sorry boss, I’ve got to call in bike… I just can’t make it… there’s too much oxygen in this air, and not enough 750cc exhaust…”

On second thought, that probably wouldn’t work. Especially since my boss reads this blog.

I muddled through the day though, sustained by a surprise afternoon coffee break with Jodie, and the knowledge that once I got home, I could go riding.

Maybe Tuesday morning will be easier. Maybe.