The heated grips were lovely, but further conversations went along the lines of:
Me: You will only see me dead on a bike with hand guards.
BF: You'll regret it!
Trip to Wales in February he made me hand guards from 2l milk bottles - I now have hand guards!
Me: You will only see me dead on a bike with a wind screen
BF: ...
I now have a wind screen, as well as top box and paniers. I hate it when he's right! We had lovely comfortable trips to Germany, France, Guernsey and all sorts of rallies, though.
On one trip I almost killed her: World record attempt for largest number of female riders in Hinckley. Hotel rooms booked, two lovely riding companions all excited and then half way the red heating light came on. Fan did fine - initially - I was not giving up on that trip, loads of rest to cool down, fantastic event, way home the same, and I made it, just! BF checked the spark plugs ... wet, tasted... sweet, turned her over ... water shooting out like geysers. Head gasket gone and basically burnt out.
The wonderful Tris from Grumpy Street motorcycles in Bury rebuilt her for me, and she hasn't missed a beat since.
The Guernsey hill climb



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