Motorbike Going, going, gone
On saturday (before watching Street Car and before going to Adam's) I finally sold my bike. I had sold it officially on eBay 2 weeks before, but this was the point where I actually handed the thing over for cash.
I had to ride it up from London the night before, managing to leave at about 3pm so I could make it up in time for Oliver at 7, which meant I had sunlight for the first hour of the ride. That didn't stop it from being hideously cold though. I had to stop at Oxford to jump up and down to get myself warm again!
Anyway, I made it in one piece, lubricated the chain and put it away. In the morning I gave it a good wipe down. Because I had cut and polished the black bits when I was at Keith and Anne's those came up a treat, and I gave the wheels a bit of a wipe down too.
Yvonne turned up at 12 noon, an hour after I expected her, and we got right down to chatting away. I told her all the good things, and the bad (slow leak in the back tyre). We swapped and she left (actually her hubby rode the bike and she drove home because she'd come off her other bike and twisted her ankle! She better treat my baby well...)
I was surprised, as they left, at how attached I'd grown to that bike. It had served me well, and the only places where I was let down was largely my own doing (not lubricating the chain, not buying panniers for traveling, not having enough money to get less restrictive insurance).
I am hoping, with the money I got for it, that I might be able to save £1000 this month, even with Christmas and paying bond on the flat.
I had to ride it up from London the night before, managing to leave at about 3pm so I could make it up in time for Oliver at 7, which meant I had sunlight for the first hour of the ride. That didn't stop it from being hideously cold though. I had to stop at Oxford to jump up and down to get myself warm again!
Anyway, I made it in one piece, lubricated the chain and put it away. In the morning I gave it a good wipe down. Because I had cut and polished the black bits when I was at Keith and Anne's those came up a treat, and I gave the wheels a bit of a wipe down too.
Yvonne turned up at 12 noon, an hour after I expected her, and we got right down to chatting away. I told her all the good things, and the bad (slow leak in the back tyre). We swapped and she left (actually her hubby rode the bike and she drove home because she'd come off her other bike and twisted her ankle! She better treat my baby well...)
I was surprised, as they left, at how attached I'd grown to that bike. It had served me well, and the only places where I was let down was largely my own doing (not lubricating the chain, not buying panniers for traveling, not having enough money to get less restrictive insurance).
I am hoping, with the money I got for it, that I might be able to save £1000 this month, even with Christmas and paying bond on the flat.
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