oh, gods - what have i done?!

good evening, dear reader.

it's been an interesting day...

you may remember some happy squeaking a while ago, from when we got a fabulous new shower.  well, a couple of weeks ago, the shower broke, due to the fuse for the old shower not being adequate to serve the new shower.  it got so hot, that it melted some of the fuse box, and welded itself in place.  not a wonderful state of affairs, i must say.  since then, we have been enduring tepid baths, since to have hot water, we need to turn the heating on, and the weather has been warm, so the bath not so much.  today, we went to get a new fuse and box so we could once again get squeaky clean without shivering and feeling miserable.  the place we had to go to obtain this specialist bit of kit is on an industrial estate in a nearby town.

so anyway...  off we trotted to said electrical place and obtained said specialist bit of kit.

then i looked across the road.

over the road is a unit that has been turned into a bike shop.  i have been wearing the same knackered leathers for years which are, though still perfectly sevicable, heavy, and uncomfortable in hot weather, and not all that waterproof.  also - the jacket is made of at least half a cow and weighs a bloody ton.  so over the road i trotted to see if they had anything that would A) replace what i have, and B) fit me.  i have rather a womanly shape (small waist, big bum and hips), and trousers especially can be an absolute nightmare to fit in comfort.

so now i am the proud owner of some spanking new trousers and a jacket.  manmade, waterproof, and weighing probably a quarter of my old gear.

HUZZAH!!!

but i had not finished.  ho no!

see, not only did they sell gear, but also bikes.  of course, since it's a bike shop... (well, duh!)  and of course we had to have a good oggle at the bikes whilst we were there.  and i saw one of these...

Kawasaki ZR-7

i am a huge fan of kawasaki.  and i made the mistake of sitting on it.

oh, dear.

remember Trob?  my faithful warhorse of a Kawasaki GT750, who has carried me with nary a complaint, and very little trouble, for seven years?  of course you do.  so do i - she's kinda hard to forget.  soon, however, all i will have of her will be memories, and a couple of photographs.

i appear to have traded her in for a new bike...

and yes, of course i'm excited to think that soon, i will be riding this perky, sprightly young whipper-snapper.  but at the moment, all i can do is look at Trob, think of how well she's served me over the years, and think, "oh, gods - what have i done...?"

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