The end of an era!

Some girls, according to some boys, have a weird habit of needing to name inanimate objects! Well that may be the case but I defy anyone to say a motorbike is an inanimate object – and I know a fair few blokes who have plenty of names for their bikes …and I don’t just mean when the engines won’t start lol!

My baby, Buz, (yep just one Z) has had the funniest, most long suffering personality ever! Having purchased him with just four miles on the clock we racked up another 36,000 in the last four and a half years, sharing good times such as the jaunts to France, and bad times, such as getting through and over a divorce.

So it grieves me to say that Buz has rolled his last set of wheels after we were involved in an accident at the weekend.  I won’t go into details as it is a police/solicitor matter at present. Suffice to say that Buz got parked in  the side of a car and I went over the bike, the back of the car, about 14 ft through the air and kissed tarmac.

It may be ridiculous to feel this way about a so-called “inanimate” object, and I acknowledge that the feeling is nowhere near as deep as the loss I felt over the death of my friend’s child last month. However I feel a terrible sense of  sadness over his loss – mainly because it feels so needless and we had miles and years of fun ahead of us. So please excuse me but this is the end of an era for me.

Buz, so named due to the very pleasant vibrations he gave out at around 6,000 revs!, has always looked after me and along with my training has got me out of many sticky situations. This time was no different. As you can see from the picture he bore the brunt of the impact, rather than me, before apparently spinning and flipping.

As always I was in good quality safety gear and whilst I did sustain some injury it is quite clear that the damage would have been a lot worse without it.

Any accident that looks like that but leaves the rider with bodily bits attached, is a good one, and clearly Buz looked out for me to the last.

Many of my mates have laughed at my descriptions of him and insist he’s just bits of metal and rubber but I know better. I will always remember this bike for his funny little ways, for having a great big heart and for his humour in riding with one slightly weird owner on board 🙂

Biking may not have come easily to me – and it is something that I have always worked on (including my latest initiative which is Rospa training, and for which I am now extremely grateful) and I very much doubt that I shall stay off two wheels for long once I am healed properly.

But before I move on, once again apologies for my post but this does put it to bed for me. My thanks once again to my baby who gave it all he had, with style, pizzazz and a lot of laughter along the way 🙂  xxxxx

Buz, a little bike with a big heart and how I want to remember him

Ride safe

Lil Miss Bump