Neither of these items could be postponed. The tyres are both flat and bald, leading to some very squirrely white line moments on these cold greasy mornings; and though my hair might not be bald it is certainly grey in parts it should not be, especially with a works party tomorrow and a holiday coming up.
After entrusting 2Moos to Phil at Cambridge Motorcycles I folded myself onto the tiny Suzuki and had an equally diminutive espresso from Christina to kickstart the day – but when I went back to the Suzuki a few hours later for the return journey to collect a freshly reshod Africa Twin, the battery gave the engine one limp spin and died.
Not really good news on a freezing cold night and with a pressing appointment for a new coat of dye.
So I called Phil, and he said give me five minutes and I’ll come round in the van. I lurked on the street corner, fortunately not reciving any offers, until the van arrived and Phil opened the back doors to reveal….a rather small moped. Which didn’t seem a fair swop for an Africa Twin, even if one of the heated grips isn’t working and the high beam switch keeps getting stuck on.
One short van ride later and a brief pause to admire the Cambridge Motorcycles tree, I was back where I am supposed to be – on a large Gnarly Thing, which feels at least 2 inches taller on new rubber.
Back to the office, grab stuff, run to Toni & Guy for what is a really rather splendid retouch, then to the Hungry Horse to catch up with some biker friends. One of whom was the wronged party in this case, which is on my mind these dark evenings when cyclists ride with no lights and then write to the Cambridge News claiming that the only person they are endangering is themselves. Not so.
And now I’m shivering next to my hot water bottle and consoling myself with the thought that in 10 days I will be on a plane, migrating south.