After spending a couple of hours washing and polishing it was time to take her out and get dirty - again! I filled up with fuel - unfortunately 98octane, wanted 95, shouldn't matter, just clean the plugs of any carbon. "That's a really nice looking old bike" said the tattooed, bearded, torn t-shirt wearing guy. "Haven't finished yet" I replied.
Then we went out for a ride around the 3 towns with the mandatory pose down each of the main streets - just in case someone was looking! Had fish and chips at arealy good cafe, rode home, parked in shed, patted her on the seat - said "stay", closed the shed door and went inside the house.
Oh I do like to ride.!!