It was not a long drive to the farm in the country, following the advice of the app on the mobile 'phone. A few sharp corners, several tight bends.
A large farm, everyone there Sunday morning asleep, eventually a man rounds the corner and says that the motor bike is sold already. The son is upset, The father who had to drive the thirty kilometres is annoyed.
They apologise.
Drive back home through the hop fields, wonder at all the busy traffic this September one.
An early start to have to deal with country bumpkins.
That is it.
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