Made my first sortie in 39 days, courtesy of a stubborn bullet.
Oops, familiar roads when not ridden for some time are the most dangerous in the whole wide world.
So I lowsided, rather hefty, courtesy of a motorist unfamiliar with small roads, forcing me to the far side, decorated with a generous layer of fat slick mud.
The mud was not so bad: only the crash bar took a severe beating and will have to be replaced.
The man was helpful in lifting the bike. He was desperate: a major detour brought him into this spot, and he had no clue where he was and how to continue. So I could help him out with directions. I was also grateful for him to stop timely. I should not have slid a foot further.
All in all an interesting re-entry.
And the repair, that enabled it, did hold. Makes me happy.