It was a self-imposed exile as I was struggling to cope with living in Eire and struggling to make ends meet. I might have also been banned but it wouldn’t have been necessary.
Life got turned around, the light at the end of the tunnel is shining, and once I recover from a “sorry, I never saw you” by Mr White Rusty Transit, I should be physically able to ride again.
I might even finish rebuilding the Inbred. Or put the Stinky together, although it suggests gears and suspension, and these are terrifying thoughts. For now though, a rigid Surly 1×1 needs to suffice. :-)