
The BMW is being shipped south on Friday, marking, I think, the end of my motorcycling career. Then again, maybe not. My friend Dave is allegedly getting a new Ducati, and he’s a decade older than me…
Today I tried starting up the Big Blue Beast that is my R80/7, and after a bit of cajoling, it thundered into life, sounding spry and healthy for a 21-year-old machine. Better than I sound in the mornings, anyway. Or for that matter, most afternoons…Momentarily, I felt like keeping it. But then I tried to get the Beemer off its centre stand, and nearly re-opened my old hernia scars.
Maybe a Honda 50. Or a Vespa…
No! It’s acoustic motorbikes only from now on! I swear!
BTW, there’s a new post on Nippy Sweeties for all you whisky lovers…

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