The sun is shining, and I’ve come back from the gym. Being all sweaty and icky already I figured it was a good time to clean the bike, oil the chain etc. Well, as good a time as any anyway.

So I washed it, sprayed it, lavished it with some care and attention, gave it some TLC and, oh, my poor baby. It’s definitely not my “new” bike any more, it’s more of a battle scarred veteran. There are dings and scratches galore. I’ve touched some up in the past, and will probably touch up a few more later, but I’m afraid that is but camouflage. Only black camouflage at that, as I haven’t got the right blue paint to touch up those bits so they remain unpatched. All testament to the fact that I haven’t stayed on my bike as much as I should have done! And also probably that it’s been in and out of various cars as it journeys to events and to mechanics. It’s a well travelled bike in all respects, of that there is no doubt.

My baby and I have done 7150 miles on the road together and I guess we both bear the scars… Onwards and upwards my faithful steed, the road goes ever on and on 🙂