Well, here we are again after a lengthy absence. Must do better.
Now where are we? Ah yes. Well, not much has gone on in the world of all things two wheels. My GS has basically been stored and off the road since September 3rd 2018, following a return from from Dave and Val’s fine Princetown do, where I discovered two things:
1) I do not sufficiently fit in bunkhouse beds
2) JohnnyBoxer has a wallet. I know, because not only did I see it, someone took a picture.
A very early digress there.
I’d only got on to a bike once since then, hiring a F800GS in Gran Canaria in January which was delightful. Otherwise my fine and now ageing bike had been cleaned up and laid up, making a brief appearance to the sunlight during last summer to have an appointment with a hosepipe and covering a sum total of 0.0 miles for the year.
But I do put myself in probably quite an odd category. I live in ‘that London’, which doesn’t lend itself to nipping out for a quick ride, and so all of my riding is trips, which there haven’t been much of. My good intention to do a little more on the bike been kicked into the long grass what with also having a relatively new business to run.
As much as I like riding, and I when I do it is simply the best thing, I am happy and content to put the bike away in the garage, tuck it up and go and do something different, for a period of clearly some time.
This little jolly was a jolly late decision. Given all that is going on with the planet right now it isn’t exactly a time for trip planning - well it was only with a couple of posts and WhatsApp messages around a week or so in advance that saw a late escape plan being hatched…
Now where are we? Ah yes. Well, not much has gone on in the world of all things two wheels. My GS has basically been stored and off the road since September 3rd 2018, following a return from from Dave and Val’s fine Princetown do, where I discovered two things:
1) I do not sufficiently fit in bunkhouse beds
2) JohnnyBoxer has a wallet. I know, because not only did I see it, someone took a picture.
A very early digress there.
I’d only got on to a bike once since then, hiring a F800GS in Gran Canaria in January which was delightful. Otherwise my fine and now ageing bike had been cleaned up and laid up, making a brief appearance to the sunlight during last summer to have an appointment with a hosepipe and covering a sum total of 0.0 miles for the year.
But I do put myself in probably quite an odd category. I live in ‘that London’, which doesn’t lend itself to nipping out for a quick ride, and so all of my riding is trips, which there haven’t been much of. My good intention to do a little more on the bike been kicked into the long grass what with also having a relatively new business to run.
As much as I like riding, and I when I do it is simply the best thing, I am happy and content to put the bike away in the garage, tuck it up and go and do something different, for a period of clearly some time.
This little jolly was a jolly late decision. Given all that is going on with the planet right now it isn’t exactly a time for trip planning - well it was only with a couple of posts and WhatsApp messages around a week or so in advance that saw a late escape plan being hatched…