She's back. When my mother's boyfriend came from Jutland to Copenhagen today he brought her home from two years stashed away in Aarhus. She belongs to the fast streets of Copenhagen, but the time spent on the other side of the water hasn't been all good for her. Especially since she's been locked away in a shed for a whole year. Her polished features are rusty, and the tires need a little air, but then she'll be good to go. And I can't wait to plant my behind on the soft seat, wrap my fingers around the (slightly rusty) handlebars and drive off into the sunset. Ah, Dagmar, I've missed you.