Now one might wonder why it took me so long to clean my bike as it never gets ridden in the rain and sees very few miles over the course of a year. The problem is that I have quite strong completer/finisher tendencies that have the potential to edge towards obsessive compulsions. So when faced with the multitude of intricately shaped components of a motorcycle as opposed to the flat panels of a car I do tend to get, shall we say, a little engrossed. The clean involved the removal of the saddle and all fairing panels so that I could get to the frame and engine as well as the shiny plastic and metal bits.
You could eat your dinner of the rear brake calliper … You could, but then I would make you endure great pain for getting it dirty!
---* This would be another one of those parallel universes where Chris, of Redditch Motorcycles, is organised, on the ball and punctual