There is a slight tinge of irony as, when living in London, I found my limit was -4 and freezing fog.
I have manage a few short rides, taken for convenience rather than anything else. What can I say? free parking is free parking. Hopefully the mercury will start to rise again so the bike can get a decent workout.
This weekend gone, I popped down to the Bovington Tank Museum with my mate Michael, where, sat among the wide array of tanks from numerous different conflicts, sat this:
Situated in a three sided glass display case, the bike may seem like a strange vehicle to find in a museum dedicated to the tank, but Lawrence was a local man, based at Bovington Camp and his final fateful crash took place less than three miles from where his bike is displayed. A fitting memorial, but I do kinda wish it was right at the entrance with the sun glinting off all that chrome.