Oh dear. I have to face facts. The sands of time are moving on & life is clearly catching up on me.
Not only do I now own a BMW motorcycle (something I would have sworn would NEVER happen 10 years ago) but I had half an hour to kill yesterday so wandered into our local Harley showroom.
Big mistake. Much to my utter surprise & huge embarassement I stood there & drooled. And not at any specific model - all of them.
The sales guy was smashing as well - urging me to come back & take 1,2,3 (as many as you wish Bill) for a test ride. And not just for the standard hour.
'I have 8 new demonstrators coming in & you'd be doing me a massive favour putting a few miles on them - I'd be grateful if you'd take them out for the full day tbh. Seriously - head to Whitby, or Norfolk, Scotland if you like.'
What a refreshing change that was.
Will I be going back? Unlikely tbh. Not yet anyway.
I can't afford one at the moment so don't want to waste the guys time, but as soon as I can (& have persuaded SWMBOthat I really need another bike in addition to the RT) I will be giving the guy a call & taking him up on his offer.
But honestly, I have no idea where this seismic shift in my tastes & attitudes has come from other than old age & Alzheimers.
Maybe Sons of Anarchy has a lot to answer for?