Ready to Ride

The bike is loaded and backed into the garage ready for lift off. The droids are all charged and functioning. I even found space for my favourite three berth tent for the MC rallies. I may have a fiddle around again in the morning to see if I can get a decent airbed and electric pump on board. The big bike is very forgiving.

Elsa has a new front tyre which is not scrubbed in, so no acrobatics before Huntingdon. She also has new front break pads. Stopping is good. All systems tested. Ready to roll.

I'm torn. I am keen to be moving, and enthusiastic about seeing friends again. I smile just thinking of the reunions. But I'm also leaving with a heavy heart. Mums house is on the market. Our family home where my little sister and I were both born. A happy garden filled with kids every summer. My sister is sad and I hate to leave her. So sorry sis. I really do have to go.

I'll ride out of the village, and there is a vague chance that my journey will take me as far as the Russian border this time. I don't need to decide yet. If it is meant to be it will happen.