Wearing three shirts, one jumper, one fleecy coat and a waterproof over the top I lie on the wet ground swearing at the seized trailing arm bolt. My hands are numb and the coldness of the ratchet pressed against my palm defines me. I have slipped once and blood is flowing softly from my knuckles,Continue reading “The Joy of Owning a Garage”
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The Driven Wheel 