I went to Malvern last night to Wait for Godot. I’m saddened to discover that I am such an intellectual lightweight that despite Gandalf and Jean-Luc Picard giving it their all, I fell asleep not once but twice, and thus missed Simon Callow entirely. But all was not lost, because this morning the Malvern Hills were mist-wrapped and beautiful, it was cool but not chilly, and I wished that I was riding rather further than Clarks of Lickey to finally get my fuel gauge fixed.
That was the first small joy.
The second small joy arrived at 5pm when I set off home again with a new visor – being able to see really does make this motorcycle lark so much more fun…
Apparently a BMW helmet is guaranteed for 2 years, so if I can find the receipt I can claim a free visor. I knew I had a blog post about it,but doubted that would suffice as proof of purchase. So the third small joy came at around 6pm when I looked in my bike file and found the paperwork. Being OCD sometimes has its advantages!
PS – This week’s loan bike was small but not a joy, the new 650GS has a seat as hard as Samuel Beckett’s prose at a height which made me feel like a frog on a matchbox.