How am I supposed to live without you?

It has been less than 24 hours since I took my beloved Orange Brompton to a local bike shop to have some worn out parts fitted. Already I am missing the fact that the Orange One is not here in my study!

They said three days. This is not the three days that Scotty would have estimated on Star Trek, which meant that it would take much, much less...no. This will be three days and maybe a bit more!

This morning I woke with a terrible song from the past. Michael Bolton's, 'How an I supposed to live without you?' This is terrible! I neither care for this song, nor do I care for Michael Bolton. However, in my head it was.

I have my Raw Lacquer S2L and I suppose to use common parlance I should get over my terror of using it in the rain and 'man up.' The trouble is that my S2L is also such a lovely bike and was specifically purchased for good weather riding.

I will walk around today with a heavy tread in the knowledge that my beloved Orange Brompton is not here...