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Classic Bike Show.

Passed the Bath and West today on my way down to Haynes museum (father in law volunteers so I get in for free) and saw that it was on.

May see if I can sneak down Sunday if the lucky Mrs Grant will let me out!!
 
Had a fantastic time at the show, some great bikes, clothes, knick knacks and bike spares. No point in pics because there was just too much to look at.
Really warm in the sunshine, dry roads and a great day out. Rain and wind tomorrow so Lexy has been washed, dried and lubed and will be put to bed for a couple of days.
 
Just a follow up on yesterday. Youngest son couldn't make the bike ride but met up with us in the evening for my Granddaughters 21st party. Great family time with 5 generations from my mum at 89 to my great granddaughter at 3. An old friend joined in, a Harley rider that I've known for over 40 years.
Out for lunch today with my youngest and got a lovely text from my eldest son saying how much he enjoyed yesterday and wants to do it more often. So now planning to do a trip down to visit my dad who is in a nursing home, let him see and hear the bikes and see if it sparks memories of his "Red Devil" a 500cc Twin Triumph that he rode when he first met mum, he was in the RAF based in Scotland but on leave and visiting his foster mum when he met my mum. Her favourite story is when he got a long weekend leave, left Scotland on friday evening and reached Somerset on Saturday afternoon, had 2 hours with mum with her parents in attendance and then had to ride all the way back again. He did ok until somewhere near the border he fell asleep and crashed through the back doors of a stationary van. Wrote the bike off but didn't really hurt himself.
Poor old chap has advanced Vascular Dementia so is gaga half the time but does get the odd moment of clarity. Maybe the sight of red Lexy and the sound of a single or my sons MT 07 might wake a little bit of recognition in the old boy. Nothing much else left for him with his eyesight, mind and physical strength almost gone.
It makes me even more determined to do as much as I can, while I can and make the most of my time with family and friends.
Back in 2019 I was told I had maybe 3 years. I determined then to carry on regardless and make the most of what I had.
So now I know I have problems but refuse to acknowledge them, everything is still working and sensible diet and exercise is holding things steady, new interests and challenges keep me going but I still pray that I kick the bucket before I get like dad.
Life is to be enjoyed, not tolerated as a miserable existence, make the best of every moment you can!
End of sermon.
 
Tim H said:
Just a follow up on yesterday. Youngest son couldn't make the bike ride but met up with us in the evening for my Granddaughters 21st party. Great family time with 5 generations from my mum at 89 to my great granddaughter at 3. An old friend joined in, a Harley rider that I've known for over 40 years.
Out for lunch today with my youngest and got a lovely text from my eldest son saying how much he enjoyed yesterday and wants to do it more often. So now planning to do a trip down to visit my dad who is in a nursing home, let him see and hear the bikes and see if it sparks memories of his "Red Devil" a 500cc Twin Triumph that he rode when he first met mum, he was in the RAF based in Scotland but on leave and visiting his foster mum when he met my mum. Her favourite story is when he got a long weekend leave, left Scotland on friday evening and reached Somerset on Saturday afternoon, had 2 hours with mum with her parents in attendance and then had to ride all the way back again. He did ok until somewhere near the border he fell asleep and crashed through the back doors of a stationary van. Wrote the bike off but didn't really hurt himself.
Poor old chap has advanced Vascular Dementia so is gaga half the time but does get the odd moment of clarity. Maybe the sight of red Lexy and the sound of a single or my sons MT 07 might wake a little bit of recognition in the old boy. Nothing much else left for him with his eyesight, mind and physical strength almost gone.
It makes me even more determined to do as much as I can, while I can and make the most of my time with family and friends.
Back in 2019 I was told I had maybe 3 years. I determined then to carry on regardless and make the most of what I had.
So now I know I have problems but refuse to acknowledge them, everything is still working and sensible diet and exercise is holding things steady, new interests and challenges keep me going but I still pray that I kick the bucket before I get like dad.
Life is to be enjoyed, not tolerated as a miserable existence, make the best of every moment you can!
End of sermon.
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"Life is to be enjoyed, not tolerated as a miserable existence, make the best of every moment you can!" Amen. And I only have likewise people around me.

Add: stay strong.
 
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