I love that word. Here is our version of it.
Horatio is my mid-life crisis.
We take him to Derbyshire for new upholstery.
We decide to break the trip home in Cheltenham, and on approaching the campsite we spot a Harley Davidson dealer – but it’s already closed for the day.
So we delay our departure the next morning and lumber into their car park at 9am.
But no second hand bikes, as expected.
So, off back home where the salesman’s card hits the bin.
A month later, B gets 2 missed calls as we return from driving (the car) to Geneva.
Number not recognised, so B ignores them as is his habit.
2 days later, for some reason he checks the dialling code and finds it is Cheltenham.|
1 call and a 3 hour journey later, we are back in the showroom.
2 weeks later a van arrives.
The bike is a beauty, covered in chrome and studded leather.
And oh, that loud, throbbing engine….
The Beast is his mid-life crisis.
(actually his second, but who is counting?!)
Beauty of The Beast!