Just been out shopping on my bike. Well I didn't have much choice, we were desperately low on errr... oh yeah butter, we were low on butter and may need some next week, if we start eating toast again.
So I loaded up my bike with just me and we went to the shops, via the motorway and that town just a bit further along the coast and maybe down that wiggly lane. Anyway to my utter shock, they did not have a shop over there that sold the type of butter I wanted, so I had to ride all the back, past our town and over to the one next up the other way. They didn't have any either, so I had to ride home again and popped into my local shop. They had lots so I bought two packs. I used up nearly a whole tank of fuel today on my little shopping trip, but I am not in the least bit cross. In fact, I have this really big grin, on my face that just wont wear off.
I love my bike. I found a magical power band to day and I swear I thought I was going to take off. Did I mention that I love my bike, I love the wife too, but then she taught me to ride it and told me to go shopping today.