(04-02-2023, 09:26 AM)Oh_hunnihunni Wrote: It arrived in the driveway one afternoon, ready for me as I rode my Honda in after work. There had been ongoing discussion around my reluctance to get off the bike and into a car, my driving lessons experience with first my father then various other males having been less than enjoyable. So I had foolishly agreed to reattempt the process if and when a nice red E type was the vehicle offered...Bikes were economical for me too, as long as they weren't spawned from poverty rock as those did not age at all gracefully. If any Triumph I owned did not leak oil I knew it had run out of the stuff. If the lights worked, that was an unfailing precursor to luminary catastrophe of the electrical kind. Batteries on bikes could be used as surface plates, they were the flattest things around. But, the tricks pulled by other road users were a bit of a decider as I aged and my flight or flee reflexes lost their zip. Cold and wet long trips went out of fashion if often conducted in the dark. Nortons educated me into being a bit helpless if road works appeared unexpectedly.
But we couldn't afford that, so he who I adored found this candy apple red sporty thing and decided that it might be enough. I did give it a decent try, even managed a couple of road trips behind the wheel, with the top off. The Spitties, not mine. But driving a car was never the same as riding a road bike for me, and while I was happy to pilot the landrover along firebreaks while he wandered through the trees, or take over during long trips for a while, cars just never really were my thing.
So the Spitfire went on to a new owner, and our bank account felt the relief of no more regular mechanic accounts for 'computerised tuning' whatever that was. Mind you, keeping the old rover on the road wasn't a cheap exercise either.
Bikes were so much more economical to run.
Entropy is not what
it used to be.