I've been thinking lately - a long ride by yourself nearly always results in too much thinking but - more than that the Triumph rally made me realise that I'm just plain old and sad now. Hardly anyone rode their old Meriden bikes any distance, even fewer people knew just whats involved in doing that and I found myself, in short sitting with the old codgers talking about hard rides on hard bikes in the days when PVC was a modern wonder. Worse (for me) is that we had people there raving about their 'Bonnies' with no fuckin idea what a Bonneville was, where it came from and why it was built. (this is commentary btw I'm not miffed in the slightest by this)
On the way home I stopped at a gas station for coffee and fuel and there were some young fellas there on new bikes. I was travel stained and muddy from some gravel roads, luggage aboard and obviously travelling. I was not even fucking alive for them. No eye contact no hi how ya doin' goin' far etc so I just sat down and sucked down my caffine while the 'knowledgable one told the dumb one my bike must be a big single cos it only had one carb and wern't those old things odd looking - A glare from me and he didn't fancy his chances any more than that.... I mean I was right bloody there but as far as they were concerned - invisible.... How odd (I mean I'm hardly intimidating)
In short - I now find myself so far removed from the realities of mainstream motorcycling than I doubt I could find my way back even with a map and a guide and despite that, I'm as happy as a pig in shit.
KB on the otherhand has continued to grow in a different direction and is very much a reflection of the modern world.
And there is the crux of the matter - I know I had retired from the game a while back and was only really hanging around in the commentary box for the free coffee and bickkies but I think its time to retire from the game altogether and go sit in the pub with the other old jokers. Its warm there and the rose tinted specs are free with every jug of Tui.
Over and out.....
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