So most nights I go into the garage and just stare at my bikes, and Deans sometimes 'cos his bike is in there too. I love my bikes, it makes me feel so happy just looking at them, almost as much as riding the things. I often have to pinch myself, I feel so lucky to own them both.....and a great garage to work on and keep them in. All those years of wrenching and storing cyles on the pavement outside various flats I lived in in London, avoiding the dog shit that litters London streets and of course the rain, seem so far away now. I might be totally skint but life has never been better. Throw in all the great friends I have met over the years because of motorcycles and the happy meter goes off the scale.