Eunos Chump

Monkeyboy is away with his school, so Mrs B and I took advantage of being free and visited Poole bike night... in her car.  Once the boy is old enough not to need us, then we'll consider doing the pillion thing.  Saw lots of stuff I'd like, but I'm getting quite interested in really old kit like this Norton:

Mrs B's new motor arrived today: It has many electrical gubbins and is very different to the Berlingo it replaces, in fact she may need to go on a course to learn how to use the 'dual-zone automatic climate control'.  There's cruise control too, I never really understood the point of that without an automatic 'box though. This means I am now official owner of the Berlingo, which has the following rare and desirable features: birdshit on the rear seat Brer Rabbit bookmark (he's wearing a tom'o'shanter for extra luxury appeal) gravel in the boot 2 weeks tax I've done well, haven't I?

It's a year today since I became a big boy and passed my bike test!  Apart from a speeding ticket the 13,000 miles I've covered since have been without incident, but I'm riding into THAT LONDON tomorrow so that'll likely change.  I need to get familiar with the city centre so I can ride in rather than using the train, as I may need  to work there during the Olympics.