Today, just before I headed home it poured with rain. Bucketloads of it tipped from the sky drenching the world and its inhabitants. I made distressed noises and whined. I was informed that ‘this is why I drive a car’.
My comments about the bike being really rather wonderful in the dry fell on deaf ears.
But as good fortune would have it the rain stopped just before I left and the world was laid out fresh, clean and new for me. It sparkled and shone. The bike ran just as it should; it’s little two-stroke heart thumping away.
It was glorious.
Some days the ice-cold fingers, 7 layers of clothing and kick starting a recalicitrant MZ is all worth it…