About my last post. Not getting the bike out over the weekend. Yeah…

I’d pretty much just posted that when I heard the sound of bikes arriving. It was the full clan: Number One Son and Little Miss Sunshine on their Kawasakis – Versys 1000 for him, Ninja 650 for her – followed by Number Two Son, with La Crashbung on the back of his Honda CB500X.

They clattered into the kitchen, like an invading army, gibbering like apes, and persuaded The Fair Lady Scully that what she really wanted was to go to the seaside with them.

So that was it: GTR out of the garage, off we went to Brighton for overpriced ice-creams and coffee from men with beards. It did strike me that somehow we’re almost all on Big-K products, apart from my younger boy. I wonder if we can get a family discount if he swaps onto one as well?