Last week I had the garage pick up my motorbike, because it would not start. Two days later they called, said it needed a new battery but would be done tomorrow. That was one week ago. Today, I had arranged with Gwydion (who is on reduced hours, which means he has a two-day work week) to go to the garage to pick up the bike -- as I am in no state for motorbiking, he'd get the bike home and I'd dive the car.
Everyone at the garage was very nice, but it took them 20 minutes to find the person in charge, who then needed 10 minutes to find my bike, which was still not done. Next week, then. Blargh. The good thing was, I peeked on the bill and found that they were only charging 30 Euros to pick up the bike. Had I known that, I'd have got it picked up earlier. Also, nothing expensive seems to be broken.
Gwydion and I went up to the showroom then to look at some of the new bikes. BMWs always make me feel smaller than I am. I never expect to be able to reach the ground from the seat of an R1200GS, or reach the handlebars on a K1200S, but actually it's easy. The new G650Xcountry had the petrol tank below the seat towards the back, nothing between you and and handlebar, and weighs next to nothing. It feels tiny, although it looks big.
I'm considering to sell the BMW and get something smaller (though not that G650Xcountry, that's too strange). I'm not driving enough to do a medium sized bike justice. But there are hardly any smaller: Currently, motorbikes seem to start at 600cc, for a top speed of more than 200 kph. Next smallest is the 125cc class, or a motor scooter. Hrmp.
When I got home, I was completely exhausted and slept for four hours. I don't feel feverish anymore, but I'm still a wreck.