This machine has been sitting huge and intimidating on the road outside my house, draped in an Oxford rain cover.

It was time to bite the bullet and get the step ladder out and try to climb on top and drive away. I had another dangerous destination in mind – this time Tesco at Milton. Aha, good news! The annoying gear problem seems like the clutch needs tightening up (however you do that on such a complicated bike). A little adjuster screw on the lever gives you an extra millimeter or so of movement and it seems to help – so maybe I’m not looking at a new gearbox. And at last, a biker nodded to me. I had thought there was a conspiracy of unfriendliness to people on BMWs (honestly – I’m not rich and overpriviledged). Tomorrow I get up at the crack of dawn to take it down to BMW Motorad in Hertford for a service and ‘inspection’ (sounds quite military). Two discoveries when riding today: first, I can actually get my foot flat on the ground so will cancel the leg lenghtning session I had booked at the spiritualists and second I have finally worked out what the engine reminds me of – it sounds exactly like the old Citroen Deux Cheveau. Now that‘s high performance.