I hadn't ridden her for the best part of a year and was looking forward to the short ride over to the workshop. She fired up at the first touch of the starter button and within a few minutes her temperature gauge had started to climb. I put on my gloves, eased* my leg over the saddle and headed off down the road.
She is a completely different beast to the Enfields; with an engine and frame that just wants to eat up the road. She may be twenty one years old, but she still looks and drives like she had just rolled out of the showroom for the first time. I had forgotten what a lovely ride she is and took a somewhat extended route to the workshop which included a marvellous set of bends and a short stretch of Dual Carriageway.
The chaps at the workshop were busy drinking coffee and chewing the fat,** so I left the keys with them and headed over the road to the cafe to wait ...
...Half an hour later she was wheeled back in to the sunshine and I headed over to collect the certificate, pay my dues and head home.
I returned to find that my my inbox was reminiscent of Mother Hubbard's cupboard, so wandered back out to the garage and replaced the perished rubber cable holders on The Shitter.
In the afternoon I actually had some proper work to do and attended a kick-off call for a new project. The Sales Guys spouted interesting facts interspersed with complete nonsense. I listened carefully, took copious notes and stifled the sniggers at some of their more ludicrous claims ...
... Don't get me wrong; this is an interesting piece of work but it has far more complexity than was presented today.
As the working day ended I headed out in to the garden ad contemplated mowing the lawn. As stood there gazing over the tussled turf a large drop of water plopped in front of me. Within seconds we had the most torrential downpour that lasted the best part of an hour.
I didn't need to do any watering this evening either.
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* Note: "eased" rather than "threw" ... it appears that I have a dodgy sacroiliac joint at the root of some long term discomfort.** Both metaphorically and literally, as the nearby cafe does great bacon sandwiches
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