A rekindling, relighting the flame

Yesterday was a noteworthy day for me. To get out on the motorbike, whatever it was, large or small, has always put a smile on my face and it still does over 50 years on from the first time I did so. But yesterday was different, yesterday I found that I could still ride "like I stole it" or at least "fast and furious"... well something like that. I was due to meet Simon (a fellow biker and school chum) for a pub lunch but roughly 4 miles after setting off my lefthand bar mirror swung round so that it was impersonating a loose sail on a small boat. I can't ride like that so pulled into a layby and rectified the situation but that meant I was now running a few minutes late.

Yes, there was the dual carriageway route but where's the fun in that? My mind was set on the backroads route and I was sticking with it but it would just have to be ridden a bit quicker. So it was. No more plodding along, not even zipping along, this was all or nothing "go for it" riding, me having a blast. And I did. I was still a few minutes late arriving at the pub but that was due to three sets of traffic light controlled road works and I am not a "bad boy" so I do respect the red/amber/green even if I treat speed limits as advisory rather than mandatory...

Well that was the plan

And as we all know, things don't always go to plan. The combination of bad and wintery weather, work commitments and domestic duties including a new bedroom carpet has meant the bike remained in the shed. Sunday gave us a break in the weather so I went to check it over with a view to going out on it for a couple of hours but it had other ideas. Battery as flat as the new bedroom carpet, made no better by 10 hours on a charger so new battery duly ordered and should be with me in a day or two.