It's when the BMW's are unwrapped from their winter slumper,carefully inspected,battery's put in place,tyre pressure's checked,oil dipped and the rider then steps back in awe of the machine.This is only done when the forcast has been checked for the week leading up to this auspicious occasion,any sign of rain and the ritual is mothballed till sun is guaranteed.
The rider,happy with his lot then retires to the bungalow to tell Doris was a magnificent machine he rides.In to the study to dress him self in the obligatory Motorrad grey suit,Schuberth helmet adorned with the 2way multi channel intercom. Last but not least the "POLITE" fluorescent high viz vest is put on,the look is complete.Slow stroll to the stead,picking up the necessary travel necessities, Werthers original,handkerchief (with initials that Doris has lovingly sewn in)gauntlet gloves,another pack of Werthers originals,bifocals, phone(to let Doris know everything is alright,every half hour).
Then you stand ready,sweating in anticipation, this is it,the big day has arrived.You climb aboard, press the tit, sit there letting the BMW rock you gently,then your off.Standing on the pegs as the man on the tellybox did,Tesco in your sites.
THE SEASON HAS STARTED
2 weeks later its all put away till the following year.
The season is over
Doris peers over her knitting mumbling to herself,,,,,,,,men,,,,,,,,
