DELORIS KOAN | Life, like a ship, is all about the b-a-a-ack and forth, b-a-a-ack and forth ...

Damn! I am doing it! Find myself leaning lakka into the 250m-long corner of Settlers Way heading out of town towards the Biko Bridge. Except I am not on the bike, I am in the cage, OK, a car, on my way to pick up the reporter dorter who has had a great adventure. It’s her red bomber. I have lived on the bike for seven years.