God that felt good.
You’ve got to love MZ’s. It’s cold, it’s been pissing down with rain/sleet all night, it’s damp, there’s been ice on the saddles. The bike’s been stood for a month and a half and not started once in that time.
You give it 8 priming kicks, more than usual, but a desperate attempt to make up for the fact that the tank is half full of water. Kick. Nothing. Kick. Nothing. Kick-cough-riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingningnignignignigning-riiiingningnignignignig-riiiiiing-nig-nig-nig-nig….
You pull off in a cloud of two-stroke fumes and up the road….
Out onto open country lanes, white with salt, the air is crisp and dry. Steam obscures your vision as you breathe out….
Open the throttle………30..40..50…55….60…..65…..70 and you cruise along….slowly freezing to death with this enormous grin of satisfaction on your face.
30 miles later you pull in to work, still with an enormous grin on your face, your fingers frozen to the handlebars, but insanely happy…
Anyway, so that was my afternoon.
This morning – we went to look at the shop that we want to rent, maybe, and it does look good, lots of work, but still…
Anyway, so some of yesterday was spent doing this. Which amused me, if no one else.
And now…
Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson go camping, and pitch their tent under the stars. During the night, Holmes wakes his companion and says: “Watson, look up at the stars, and tell me what you deduce.”
Watson says: “I see millions of stars, and even if a few of those have planets, it’s quite likely there are some planets like Earth, and if there are a few planets like Earth out there, there might also be life.”
There’s a pause, then a second later Holmes replies: “Watson, you idiot. Somebody stole our tent … ”
Yes.
That’ll do…
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Kate E