Back in December I was unfortunate enough to come toddling around a rather long corner just after a nice shinny BMW 7 Series had blown a radiator hose and sprayed coolant all over the road. I leaned into the corner and that’s all she wrote. The front wheel hit the coolant, jumped out from underneath me and down the bike and I went. To rub salt into the wound the fire-brigade arrived as I was picking myself and the bike up to cover up the spill. If only I’d had a nice hit cup of tea before leaving home.
With a little help from a “jimmy bar” I was able to bend the gear leaver back into place. So after exchanging details with the fire-brigade and the driver of the beemer I limped the bike home. On the surface it looked pretty minor, indicator, some faring damage maybe the handlebars, I was feeling optimistic. I might be off the road for a couple of weeks (it was around christmas) but I would still get plenty of riding in for the summer. I dropped it into the repair shop the next day, it’s been there ever since.
Well it looks as though I’ll finally be getting my bike back tomorrow. Summer has been and gone but soon I’ll be free of train timetables, smelly comuters, pushy people committed getting past you and on to the train in the vain attempt to find a seat. I’m even going to be able to ride to the super bikes in two weeks time. I’m felling very optimistic.
Update
I wont be getting the bike back until Monday now. Apparently the paint has to dry. :’(