Sunday ride

My neighbour and I had pencilled in a ride for the Sunday just gone, a perfect late Summer day (some might call it early Autumn, but not I, not today). She had to cancel (she traded in her scooter–more on that later!) but I went out anyway.

I rode to Williamstown then kept going to Altona, stopping briefly at the sports centre there. I exchanged nods with most other motorcyclists I passed by. Loads of people were out for a ride and I loved the camaraderie.

At one point a woman I'd just co-nodded with pulled up alongside and asked if I was doing okay. I was fine but I suppose I wasn't exactly exuding road confidence, hence her question. Granted, I didn't really know where I was going and was jumping between lanes a bit. The amount of shared goodwill out there between (most) riders is real and it warms my heart.

In the end I did 50-something kms and the bike clocked over 1000 km (not all by me). I've been feeling really good about it since. Booked it in for a service to celebrate.

Post script

Vehicles require names and I seem to be settling on Sleve for the Grom, short for Sleve McDichael which by the rules of rhyming slang means bike.

Or, just The Grom.