Wow. I rode up early this morning , did a little u turn and backed the baby into the gutter right out front of Charlies , right next to another red baby looking absolutely beautiful with its eagle double bubble tinted screen , and charlie is standing there watching me . He comes over and I take my helmet off but he knows who it is and immediatly launches into just where in various body parts I am probably sore . A twist of the throttle " No Good " you'll have sore wrists , and the back brake pedal "No Good " , Height - " No Good " , the clutch cable end " AHA " and named where I had it serviced last. The Clutch " Pfft , No Good "
I'm just like

Wide Eyed and beginning to smile . He does that Mechanic Artist thing where they twist the throttle and listen to the music , a sideways glance at me and his other arm indicates the rise where the orchestra is out of tune , one pipe catching its breath . I mean , his arm movement and expression has me right there hearing it for the first time . He flicks the inner ends of the grips and asks me if my heated grips work . " well yeah , but I expected better to be honest " Flick again , " dont worry you soon wont recognise them " . By now I am just going WOW and grinning like silly school girl .
No One , has talked to me like this about my bike and my set up , and we haven't even got onto the tyres yet , or the left side fairing that needs replacing.
Charlie Loves Triumphs and he made me feel that he loves my baby in particular . So , I went in there , skeptical I'll admit having been bitten soooo many times , just to have the obligatory service and then head for the hills , and instead my bike is now safely ensconced in the care of charlie for everything to be done . I am soo RAPT . Oh , I'm getting a new set of Michelins as well .
It was also Great meeting Steve and Niltime. Cant thank you enough Tony. Thanks everyone who gave me the heads up about the artist Charlie.
Downside is - I'm here at home bikeless . I'm about to clean the house to keep my mind off the sounds of bikes blatting past on the Kangaroo ground- Yarra Glen road.
Think I better have a turkey.....