Monday 25 February 2019

ON A MISTY MOISTY MORNING

While the bike was being serviced, the steering lock key got a little damaged, and ceased to fit the lock. I called the workshop. They said fine, they’d replace my key, but they needed me to bring them the old one to pull the correct serial number off it to order the right new one.
Thus it was that on a misty, foggy morning, I was heading off blindly to sort this out. I do mean blindly, because the mist was fogging everything up – glasses, visor, general visibility. And unlike more usual condensation, mist is not dispelled by movement. It just swirls and resettles and causes further condensation and lack of visibility. 
The only remedy other than constantly wiping lenses/ visors is to open the visor, pull the glasses down to the end of your nose and peer over the top of them, like a stereotype of a disapproving librarian. 
Also, winter mist is surprisingly penetrative and very cold as it seeps through into your bones. Coffee is the recommended treatment here, preferably served in a cup you can lace your fingers around until you can feel them again.

Tuesday 19 February 2019

UNSURE STARTS

It’s an apparently immutable law of motorcycling that your bike will always pick the least convenient moment to decide it’s not going to start. For example, when it’s due for a service and you need to ride it down to the workshop, it decides that this is a good time for the battery to die (having been drained by a very cold snap and lack of activity in bad weather). So: Call workshop, explain why bike will not be attending its appointment, and arrange for collection at a later (and thoroughly inopportune) date. 
Await call to say it’s all sorted. 
Receive call to say you need a new battery. Really? After it wouldn’t start so you had to come and fetch it? What a shock to learn the battery’s unrevivable! I mean, seriously. It’s nice that they call me to tell me the expensive bits in advance, but that particular cost was kind of already a given….