My poor Fiona is in the shop. There was a recall late last week concerning the brake system and upon further inspection, my bike was one of the ones affected by a bad banjo pin in the master cylinder.
I really don't even know what that means.
I feel like sending her some get well soon flowers.
It's so sad, with sound of my new pipes roaring in my head, and the awesome sunshine in the afternoon when I get off work. Sob.
Pictures of old rides make me feel better.
I took a fun ride last September with my Dad in Northern California.
This is a picture of the church that was in the 1963 Alfred Hitchcock movie "The Birds". I remember seeing that movie as a small child - and never looked at birds the same way, especially in large groups.
I know it's just a matter of time before my Fiona is home, but in the mean time I'll be dreaming of rides to come with the sound of my new pipes humming!
