So I and the proprietor of the Northern Rest Home for Distressed Machinery are no more.
It turns out that you can’t express frustration with your relationship to 2,000 of your closest friends and followers on twitter without one of them showing it to him. What on earth is the world coming to!
After the ending of a relationship comes the terribly sad “getting your stuff back” period. I believe that for normal people, this usually covers CDs (though perhaps not any more, in this new world of downloads and Netflix), underpants and toothbrushes.
As my friend said, “only you could leave a motorbike at a bloke’s house.”
But she came home on April 1, bag and baggage, bringing a satnav cable, a drift for fitting fork seals, and a spare eyeliner.
Somewhere up north there is a rather nice Primus flask which has not made it home, because it wasn’t in the drawer that was mine to use. I will treat myself to a new one, for the new start.
I am glad the Triumph is home. i have sold 2Moos to Nikos, and so for all of last week I had no means of getting to work.
That is a boring reason to be glad she is home.
The real reason is that this is The Bike, and she is special to me. I chose her and bought her from new, once upon a time, a long time ago when I lived in a different city and had a different surname.
I bought the GS because my IAM Observer told me the Triumph was not the right bike for me, and I was foolish and believed him. Ruby and I had a lot of adventures but she is gone now. I bought the Africa Twin because I wanted to ride round the world, and because the person that rode it was a very talented rider and I thought it might rub off. I bought the Triumph because I thought she was the most beautiful bike in the world. I still do.
When my marriage ended these lines from TS Eliot were on my mind, because they caught the banality and the pain of the process.
“This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.”
Although I am sad to be single again, this time I am not broken. The return of The Bike is the beginning of a new cycle, and once again Eliot has it, perfectly:
“We shall not cease from exploration,
and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time.”