- Big thanks to Sohorider, who was very kind and reassured me that he'd enjoyed the rideout and it was no problem that he was taking the outfit home again; and to RBR Jackie and Phil who came to give the bike the once over before I bought it. Or not, as it turned out.
Monday, 17 February 2014
Monday, 3 February 2014
It's still raining in the flatlands. I think the end of my house is falling off, failing to cope with the land on which we stand slowly becoming a kind of gritty soup.
But I can see clearly because I have finally had to shell out for a new visor.
I've seen the world through full-time specs since the age of about 9, and one of the things it teaches you to live with (if you are cack-handed, as I am, and prone to wiping your glasses on a corner of your jumper instead of special lens cloth, as I do) is to look through scratches and scuffs without letting them annoy you.
My lid has been getting more and more scuffed as it lives in a Metal Mule topbox during the day, and sometimes I catch it on the lock pulling it out at home time. It creates an interesting Top of the Pops 1970's starburst effect in the evenings, but it was endurable.
The two-inch crack that I inflicted dropping it off my seat when I was trying to find my keys in the rain felt like a step too far, though.
So I have coughed the best part of a hundred quid for a new visor and pinlock inner, and after a bit of help from the lovely chaps at BikeStop in Stevenage, the world is transformed.
Maybe I should buy some new specs too....
Posted by Highwaylass at 13:16 PERMALINK
Friday, 20 December 2013
Wednesday, 18 December 2013
I have adopted a rescue dog. He has three legs and enjoys sleeping, barking at cyclists and peeing on things.
Obviously this will put a spanner in the motorcycling works. Perhaps it is time to try a sidecar. Though this will make us look like Wallace and Gromit.
Monday, 30 September 2013
So I went to the Glasgow Transport Museum (it's actually called the Riverside Museum, but that's a useless name as it gives you no clue as to what I was looking at) and had a life-changing moment inspired by one of the exhibits.
Someone at the Museum really doesn't like bikers. There are many splendid carriages and conveyances, hanging on the walls, dangling from the ceiling, threatening to impale an impala....and one Triumph Thunderbird, on its side labelled "motorbike crash."
People die in cars, they maim themselves in planes, they scar their chins falling off push-bikes - why am I singled out for a memento mori? It wasn't even a crash that could teach an important lesson, like "always wear your back protector." The guy got rammed by a car driver. In the panel beside the bike, he says "the only way I could have avoided the crash was not to be there."
What an incredidbly crass and revolting exhibit.
But that wasn't the one which inspired me to change my life.
It was this one.
Yes. That's a full-sized 2CV hanging on the wall of a museum.
It's a C-reg. It's two years younger than Hortense, who drove me up to Glasgow.
My car is a museum piece.
In covering thousands of miles up and down the UK, perhaps I am being unreasonable in my expectations of her.
I don't think she would like to be hung on a wall like an ornament. But maybe she would like a quieter life.
She has developed a bad case of wheel-wobble. New bearings haven't fixed it. So she is at the Northern Rest Home for Distressed Machinery, waiting to get new kingpins fitted. And I bought a proper car for 1500 quid to drive home in. It has a cup holder. There's flash.
Posted by Highwaylass at 07:23 PERMALINK