I finish work early. It's a nice sunny afternoon so I take the back lanes home. Long sweeping bends on a warm summers evening - devoid of traffic, remind me why I like my Bird and biking in general. Nice.
I get in and park the Bird in the garage. A bit disappointed that the ride home wasn't longer. I walk into the house, greet Ms Biff and offspring. Nice.
I get changed and head back in order to interact further with my family unit, but I somehow get drawn towards the garage. My Bird is calling me. I go back into the garage and start tinkering with her. Oil level ok? Tyre pressure? Stand back and look. Is that tyre squaring off? She's done 7.5 K on her virgin Bridgestone BTs. Not bad for a fat bird. Nice.
Ms Biff walks in and bursts my trance.
Then she asked 'that' question. THAT one.
"You love that bloody bike more than me don't you ?".
"Errm", I replied, the pause unintentional. For a split second I found that I had to think about that one. Not good.
Now Ms Biff knows..........
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