Its a long story ....
It begins with my beloved Pig ...BMW 1150 GS ....and the onset of old age.
Now guys ...don't get too excited ...this is going to be a long drawn out post , but one that will hopefully make you understand how age can suddenly creep up on you and make you realise that... suddenly you are not invinsable .....I wish this forum had a bloody spell check ...
So ....lets start from the beginning.
THE PIG.
Once upon a time ...I had a pig.
I loved that bike ...It was me ...I travelled far and wide on that bike , I was proud on that bike , She represented every thing I admired in a bike. She was in your face, she was different ...ugly ...yet beautiful, I trusted her, like I trusted no other , She was my friend and my security. She was my lover.
But over time , as age drew upon me , I realised that my beloved pig was getting to much for me , so I let her go.
It begins with my beloved Pig ...BMW 1150 GS ....and the onset of old age.
Now guys ...don't get too excited ...this is going to be a long drawn out post , but one that will hopefully make you understand how age can suddenly creep up on you and make you realise that... suddenly you are not invinsable .....I wish this forum had a bloody spell check ...
So ....lets start from the beginning.
THE PIG.
Once upon a time ...I had a pig.
I loved that bike ...It was me ...I travelled far and wide on that bike , I was proud on that bike , She represented every thing I admired in a bike. She was in your face, she was different ...ugly ...yet beautiful, I trusted her, like I trusted no other , She was my friend and my security. She was my lover.
But over time , as age drew upon me , I realised that my beloved pig was getting to much for me , so I let her go.