Itchy wrote:So hang on...
You've got your own place.
In another country.
You have a cracking bike and are thinking of getting another.
You have a gorgeous, bike-riding wife.
You have awesome dogs.
Your Kids are all grown up and not arguing about who left the felt tip pen lids off.
And now you've ordered the world's sexiest roadster?
You lucky lucky twat!
Wrong on 3 counts.
I'm only a twat.
I've had to give up on a second bike, due to my extravagance (and anything else tbh).
The kids now argue about clothes and that the other one is being favoured

but at least I can put the phone down as they are usually at uni doing it. Oh, and one of them spends her life crashing her car
In all seriousness, this isn't an easy purchase but I've seen people I care about die, get nasty diseases or have close shaves. Rather than save throughout my life (which I've done for 15 years) I said stuff it.....As I get older my attitude to life changes, if I didn't own something like this it wouldn't make much difference to my life, but it allows us to explore Europe in style. I am lucky yes, much of which I've made myself, long may it continue.
Bloody exciting though.
If there is something you really want to to do, make it happen, your a long time dead. Life is too short.
