James Stewart and Grace Kelly. This fictional story is inspired by some
of the characters and events of the film.
For a while I wished I could go back and start that day again. It had
all begun so well. The forecast was for a beautiful summer’s day; clear
blue skies and wall to wall sunshine. I hadn’t taken the Norton out for
a long time and this seemed the perfect opportunity.
I pulled on my indian actress
leathers feeling them a little tighter than the last time I wore them.
It reminded me that I also needed to get back to the gym. I had been
working away for the past six months and had been so busy that I had let
my training regime go.
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I adjusted my helmet and wheeled the bike out of the garage. It had been
serviced by my regular mechanic before I went away so I hoped that it
would fire up. Yes, that’s good, I thought, as the familiar roar came
from the engine. I didn’t have any real plan as to where I was going. I
had always enjoyed just getting on the bike and letting a journey unfold
in front of me. Free styling it like that had taken me to some wonderful
places I would never have found from a map. indian actress
I rode slowly through the traffic choked streets of South London and
onto the motorway just to open her up a bit. I wouldn’t stay on the
motorway for long as it’s boring riding such a magnificent bike in a
straight line. Give me England’s winding A or even B roads any day of
the week. I was planning to take a month off after this last contract so
the ride today would be the beginning of my holiday.