Knackered toothbrush

Well it had been too long since I’d ridden either bike so last weekend I bit the bullet, girded me loins, and tackled our greasy, mossy, leafy, licheny driveway with my trusty discarded toothbrush (Oral B, to get right into the tamped concrete ridges).

Halfway stage – left strip done (and the top section – out of sight)

14 hours later (I do have a 3-day weekend, luckily) I was able to take the TDM out – provisionally booking it in with our local garage for an MOT when it’s sold, to make sure it’s then got a full 12 months worth. After a pleasant blatt around the local roads it was back to swap over to the big Tiger.

Though not so big now it’s been lowered – feels very planted and feisty but much too quiet after the Yam’s twin Beowulfs. The fog was down and Jed had reported that those council hooligans had been out salting earlier so I stayed on the Forest high ground, stopping only for a large salad from a van in Whitecroft and a short photoshoot in the Speech House arboretum:

Nice to find a break in the fog

Still a joy to ride – keeping it warm with a little sheepskin purloined from one of the locals