Testing, Testing, One, Two

So after a couple of weeks' radio silence whilst I've been on holiday sunning myself in far flung exotic locations (Wales), I'm back to my wittering with some exciting news. I have both my kidneys and other vital organs intact but have managed to finally procure a motorcycle!

As with most things I'm fond of; my little bike is far from shiny and has long since forgotten what it is to be new. Some might say it's rather rough round the edges, but quite frankly I love it.

My little Yamaha SR 125 is 12 years old so barely a teenager, the side panels don't quite match the tank and the seat is torn but has an MOT. I take delivery of it on Wednesday and plan to set to work improving upon it's slightly dishevelled appearance, but not too much.

I am undertaking my CBT this weekend and of course will divulge my exploits in full detail here. I am planning to use the services of a unique motorcycle training centre in West London, they wear pink tabards rather than the usual yellow and their classes are made up entirely of ladies. Girls Angels offers training by women, for women, so if like me you don't want to be laughed at by a load of scooter-mad 17 year old pimply boys, this is the place to go. I'm really rather looking forward to it.

So, if you see a 5ft 7 wobbly blonde on a learner bike in the West London area this Saturday please be gentle with me. I'm the one in the pink tabard.

To be continued....