Minirolls Musings

Fairwell Travelling Companion

It’s a really hard decision that I have been putting off for a while now, but the time has come to say goodbye. With two bikes in the garage, and only one body to ride them with at any one time, I have decided to sell one of the bikes.

Yamaha Offroad Experience ’21

I had forgotten how much I like the smell of two-stroke, pine forest and sweat.

The chap in front had brought his own bike which was just singing along. We blasted along the fire roads and every now and again he would give it a cheeky squeeze sending gravel shooting back at me. It wasn’t a race, we were heading to the next area of technical trail to tackle, so I just hung back and enjoyed the view, the smell and the experience of handling such a wonderful machine.

The Tale Of The Ducati – Pt.5

The email to Ducati clung to my fingers as they reluctantly depressed the keyboard rhythmically…

I had to get another document that was identical to the one they had already supplied, apart from one, minor difference. I hated every moment of it, because I knew that the request was completely unreasonable and that the poor secretary who, until this point, had been very nice and helpful, would shortly think I was being ridiculous for the sake of annoying her…

The Tale Of The Ducati – Pt.4

What came next, was the most vexing and pointless application of bureaucracy I have ever had the misfortune to encounter.

After checking off each of the points on the rejection letter I had received, I was confident that I had met all their requirements. I expected the next letter from the DVSA to be a bog standard template letter with my name at the top and a Registration assignment somewhere in the middle.

Apparently not….

The reasons, as you will shortly find out, caused me to literally seethe with anger. I’ve never seethed before. I may have hummed or growled with minor annoyance, but never seethed. I’m quite a calm person I like to think, but what followed next brought my blood up to boiling temperature as I achieved a level and intensity of anger known only as SEETHING…

The Tale Of The Ducati – Pt.3

Up to this point, while it had been vastly more expensive than I had ever imagined, at least it had been relatively straightforward. Basically, bend over and let anybody take a bite out of my ass for as much as they wanted.

Now I actually had to get the piece of paper that would let me ride the bike on the road, the registration document (V5c)

The Tale Of The Ducati – Pt.2

I was right!

When I got the quote for shipping it came to £542. I considered that a bargain ( compared to the abandonment and total loss I’d experience if the Ducati continues not to sell… ) and arranged with the motorcycle dealership to have the bike delivered to the port on my behalf.

The Tale Of The Ducati – Pt.1

Once upon a time a plucky young man decided to go on a journey. It would take him far away from home to a place of Wonder and Excitement. Amazing things he would see and Fantastic Experiences he would have on his journey. This place he travelled to was called…

New Zealand

And while it would bring the most entertaining tales to tell, it has a tragic and costly ending….

New Pipes On The Duke

20201115 – new pipes on the Ducati

Well they have been sitting in the shed since the weather was good enough to ride the bike. So now it’s turned crappy, seems the perfect opportunity to put my new exhaust on the Ducati….

Dragon Rally 2020

Stephen and I have a little joke… It dates back to long before this blog (was there even history before blogs?) to a time when mobile phones were black and white and you could only store 50 text messages before having to delete some…. Good times. Well, back in the day, Stephen and his long suffering parents invited me along with them on a camping holiday…

No Sale

Well its been a year now and still no luck selling the Ducati.