Bikeless!

I parted with the FZ this morning. I am now officially bikeless for the first time since my late teens. OK, so I haven't had my leg over in 11 years (the FZ's last MOT was in 1998) but that's not the point - I now no longer own any powered two wheel transportation.

We had some good times on the FZ. One particularly fine time was when we rode back from Cornwall to Hull - the trouble with "sporting" motorcycles is that it can feel like you sitting on a razor blade and after about 300 miles, it's a bind. We'd stopped at Woodall services to fill up before the final blast down the M18M62 and to try to recover from an increasingly numb derriere. If you know the M18, you'll know it's a boring 2 (as opposed to the usual 3) lane motorway and there's not much traffic and no plod/speed camera- or there wasn't 15 years ago, and it's around 26 miles long. What with a sore butt and all, it seemed wise to crank it up a little, so I did. It took us (two up) 11 minutes. :-)

The rented house continues to unimpress. The landing lights have gone out. They're poxy little 12 Volt spotlights, and they've done the usual thing of overheating and oxidised the wiring where it joins the ceramic fitting where the bulb plugs in. Of course we're not supposed to fix things like this as it's the landlord's responsibility. So far, no response to an email send two days ago. Grrr.