Two evenings ago we had a thunderstorm really dump some water on us. Ruined a nice walkout.
Anyhow I’m sitting inside the house fiddling around with the ride videos and photos (as we all do) and I hear the garage door open and something rolling out.
Must be the better half running to do some distress shopping, I thought! But her not letting me know was unusual. So I went to the garage and checked. Emptiness! The spot where I park up the Tenere (my motorcycle) was empty. Nothing. Just air! And the garage was wide open. The rain thundering down.
As I look outside, towards the corner of the drive, there’s the Tenere. Almost smiling having the rain wash all the dirt off and looking all prim and proper; spic and span!
The bike just doesn’t want to stay dirty. “I’m clean now. Let’s go and get dirty again” it seems to keep suggesting. Who am I to argue!
I had nothing to do with the bike getting cleaned up after the Adventury Georgia Traverse Ride. Nope. Not me. Never.
Everyone does say that this is an amazing bike. But this amazing? Who’d have thunk it!
(Well! That’s my story and imma stick to it!)