Nature Abhors a Kawasaki
Shall I ?
Shan’t I?
It was one of those weekends as far as getting the Kawasaki out. Saturday had been forecast as showery for the morning, and less so for the afternoon, and Sunday was supposed to be showery all day.
I watched out the window Saturday and no showers all day until the afternoon, should’ve gone out on the Z750. Sunday was showery in the morning then brightened a bit. Cue hairdresser Emma and my long suffering wife pushing for me to get out there for a quick spin on the bike. I relented and got dressed for the occasion.
Emma appeared on her R1 just after her husband on his Suzuki GSX600 and we were ready to go. 2 kicks and the 750 twin burst into a fast idle, slowly off choke and we were off. Along the smaller roads to Towcester through Old Stratford, and all was looking good.
Just onto the A5 about 3 or 4 miles and the heavens opened, and nature threw her bathwater out all over us, and all the other bikers along that stretch of road. We all pulled over, and decided to brave it out and go through Towcester and see how it looked.
How it looked was the complete opposite of sunny warm and dry, and discretion overcame valour as we turned around and headed for home. I got the feeling Emma and Simon weren’t too eager to be hanging around for me and getting caught in another of natures cleansing fits. But bless them they did wait for me, and luckily we didn’t get caught by the rain again.
We covered around 10 miles, got cold and wet, but the old Kawasaki just worked as it should. It’s still got it where it counts. The only problem with it now is having got wet it’ll take ages to clean all the shiny parts again. Oh wait, I’ll do it the way I usually do, and just put the cover back on, no dirt in site now. Life is good.