Last week was a bit busy, so I didn’t update the blog with the latest quick trip. Nothing spectacular happened, Big Gay Al came up on his (bum) Bandit 1200 and we talked crap for a while. Then he decided he needed to pick up a birthday present for his brother.

We decided to go to a well known supermarket which rhymes with Al-fresco (Lily Allen used it to great effect) and buy an Xbox 360 game. As usual the nearest store was deemed too close so we took a ride out to one a little further away.

Al wondered what was happening because the decision that the nearest store was too near was kind of unilateral and kept secret. He dutifully followed the Z750 though, at first because he wasn’t sure which way to go, then because he didn’t know where we were going

A fairly uneventful journey, except for my exhuberance coming off one roundabout which led to the poor old Z750 being over revved to within a few revs of its life. It took it though, and still lives.

Then this weekend my wife announced we were going to go to the cafe for breakfast. On the Z750. With her riding pillion. All a bit of a shock really given her previous dislike of all things two wheeled, especially when she is asked to be part of the cargo.

So it was that Saturday morning saw the Z750 wheeled out of its parking bay and kicked to life again. This was in spite of the rain which was just starting to fall from the sky. Long term reader(s) may recall I have an aversion to getting wet/riding in anything other than brilliant sunshine. This wasn’t good, and my long suffering wife was not to be deterred by a bit of water, oh no.

So both of us in jeans and motorcycling jackets we set off for the Super Sausage on the A5. I was thinking to myself, it’s not far, I won’t get too wet going there. And I was right, we arrived just slightly damp. We had a great breakfast, and put our jackets and helmets back on to go back home.

As we walked out the door it seems there was a bit of extra water waiting for our departure, as the previous drizzle had turned into some larger and more frequent drops of precipitation. We had to get home, so we just went for it. We arrived home quite wet, my wife less so as I had sheltered her with my body, but jeans are not waterproof. At least it’s summer so the rain was just above freezing and my legs didn’t go too numb.

The main thing is we both enjoyed the short trip as it gives my wife more confidence to get on and go further next time. And that’s a good thing, honest. As for the Kawasaki, its torquey twin engine doesn’t even seem to notice whether there is any extra weight there, it just does its thing pulling like the proverbial train whatever you do. Can’t complain at that can you?

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