For Twelfthnight I gave myself a present: I bought a fourth-hand touring motorcycle. A 1986 BMW K75C. With its original black plastic side cases and a 45-liter top case and support. Heated grips. Windscreen. ABS on front and back wheels.
She's been kindly called La Perla Pirata, which I liked. Also, Precioussss, aka Smeagol/Gollum's reference to the Ring. And the Bavarian Wardrobe, rather more unkindly but nonetheless true.
I saw it on the net, from a guy in Barcelona. Luckily my bro Javier Honrubia lives out there and went to see it, bought it for me, had a good look at it and spruced it up and then rode it all the way back to Madrid for me. Above and beyond the call of duty. Javier owned a K75RT for many years and can take one apart with his bare hands and put it back together with only a toothpick and some dental floss.
Here's the fateful Reunion Day:
|On route to Madrid|
|I see the Perla Pirata arrive!|
|Flexit delivering the goods.|
|My new precioussssss|
Running fine, the ITV vehicle inspection test passed through 2015.
Now it's time for us to get to know each other. She's a big fat sluggish thing in the city, but on the highway she glides along effortlessly. This is going to be fun to travel on and cover some miles.
But I get more smiles per gallon on la Balita, I have to admit.