Speaking of a mishap. I had to be in the village of Eisden and rode by memory. At the time of my rendezvous, no-one opened, but I noticed the garagedoor to be open. Thinking the people did not here me and as it started to rain, I opened the door and sheltered, seeing this beauty. Then I phoned to ask wether they had forgotten me, only to find out that they did not, but that I was in the wrong street, 1OOmeters away from my rendevous
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wim commented on 11.24.11
things that start wrong can only end right
Smart Set commented on 12.23.04
Wrong street,
right streetmattress. It was meant to be.