Cold and wet!
Since the destruction of my shelter in the December storm I have been cooped up at Chris’ work garage and then turfed out to slum it under a car cover after Christmas…. Yeah happy New Year to you both too in your dry warm house! It feels I am no longer number 1 priority in the Nicolas’ household.
Needless to say that since January, I have been shivering trying to keep warm in the damp wet Island weather, no Sunday rides, I was forced to sleep and miss the clubs meetings and catching up with my 2cv siblings…. Bad bad owner !
You can then imagine my surprise today when Murielle lifted the cover, and tried to start me… I say tried as she had forgotten how to tickle my feet and my choke…. I happily flooded the engine to remind her of what not to do!!! I have to remind her who is boss and she had to wait before I set my engine purring….
On the road again
After a quick stop at the supermarket for lunch supplies, I took Murielle & Chris to the North of the Island, nearly got torpedoed on the way by an obnoxious git driving a snobby convertible Bentley. who made no attempt to stop at the junction of la route des niemes and La nouveau route and cruised across the Grande Route de St Pierre without a care in the world! Murielle was spitting feathers behind my wheel and the air turned blue…
Then Murielle decided to teach me a lesson and took me to see this awful place in Trinity where some of my relatives were perishing, rotting away in the garden, she told me that if I didn’t start behaving, this is where I would end up (shudder). She also said that if I behaved, she would keep polishing me. I gotta think about my options… or not!
Onward we went through Greve de Lecq, toward Rozel, my occupants stopped and played musical chairs and Chris took the steering wheel whilst Murielle fiddled with her camera’s settings. All of a sudden she jumped out and started to walk backwards in front of me, camera at the ready. She is so weird !!! turns out she wanted to take a picture of me with the daffodils field. As a car turned up behind me on this stretch of very narrow road, she had to quickly jump back in and cut her photo session short. What a shame I was just about to present her with my best side…
Quick drive all the way to the Hungry Man, I think Murielle was hoping to stop for refreshments but there was nowhere to park my butt! so we made our way back to the best side of the Island (the West side). We did cross lots of flesh horses on the way back and all their riders gave us a wave on the way.
I did collect lots of waves today to make up for my forced hibernation. It started with the paper boy smiling at me when I left the house, then Fire truck driver (was this Danny by any chance?) waved (and I am glad to say Murielle waved back), Stacey who was frantically flashing me in a modern vehicle, a young farm worker who stopped working the potato field to give me a big wave (hellloooo there fellow 😉).
I lapped all the attention with relish, so please send lots more my way next time you see me on the road.