I’m still sitting around in Budapest just waiting to get through all of this bureaucratic crap. Urgh. It’s been over two months now since I landed and started the process of importing my bike. I thought that if I did it properly this time, in my name, things would be easier. Turns out it’s not the case.
This time I won’t take no for an answer. The bike will start no matter what.
With limited tools and experience, I return to my bike to go where no BikerGirl has gone before
I return to my bike in a desperate attempt to pushstart the battery
I finally get to see my beloved again and you get to watch it all on film.