Maxine POV
Hours passed before I stopped for a break, and I would move to something different for a little while. I had told myself, only to put a few hours a day on the old bike, and the rest on the paintwork, or repairs, depending on what came in that was urgent.
First things first, coffee, I need a drink and something to nibble on.
The kitchen was active, preparing for dinner. Lunch was a help yourself to whatever was in the fridge; most were out and about, some getting material to finish the club repairs, while others were just out for the ride, taking a break till tomorrow, when all the big work would be completed. Some painting can be done. The club outside part of the building was getting a new coat of paint and a new window treatment. Some kind of reinforced mesh to cover the wi
