She’s Gone

Just before Christmas 2017 I got a call from a guy who knew I had a Goldwing. He wanted to know if the bike was for sale. He told me that his friend had recently purchased an 1800 and that he wanted an 1800 but that he was happy to buy a 1500 if he could find the right bike.

He wanted to know what I’d sell the bike for and I agreed we would speak after I’d given the matter some thought. A week passed and I got a polite follow up call. I quoted a figure and we arranged a viewing. 

With two other Wing’s to view that day, after a thorough inspection of my Goldwing, the interested party drove off. I though that that would be the end of the matter. I had of course cleaned the Wing and she was looking rather lovely. 

The next day I determined that I would resolve the sub-optimal foot brake issue. With Niki lending a hand, or should I say a foot to press down the brake pedal as required, we bled the brakes. Fresh brake fluid in the lines and  a short road test confirmed that we had indeed improved things. 

More cleaning and polishing followed as I reassembled the plastic. Gaining working access to the rear caliper and to the rear mounted master cylinder, for the split braking system, requires the removal of the side panniers and other ancillary plastic panels. This creates cleaning opportunities. Polishing and repolishing – she really was looking good. 

Niki when providing one of the many mugs of tea that such work calls for remarked how lovely the bike was looking. This cue lead me to the Jethro joke about how ‘a man would have to be a fool to sell a car with such a low mileage’. If you haven’t heard the rest of the joke, I apologise. 

Needless to say, my friend phoned back to arrange a further visit. I was told to expect his ‘expert’ and his wife. The wife bowed out. She agreed the deal, in advance, as long as our man sold one of his three other motorcycles! 

The expert owns a Wing that he has as a long term project. He knew what he was looking for as he inspected the bike and road tested her. I only winced once. Well twice actually. The first wince happened when the expert revved the bike to its maximum rpm and held it there. Something I have never done, with any bike. Why would you? The engine survived. 

Once the road tests had been conducted, papers were produced and signed and exchanged. My friend drove off leaving me with a cheque. His expert drove the Wing away. How did it feel? It felt strange. After such a long association with one bike it was bound to feel odd. I know that she has gone to a good home and that her story will continue for many years to come. 

We had our adventures, we covered a few miles in a few countries and on a couple of continents but I have to admit to lacking confidence in my ability to keep her upright in a slow manoeuvre on a  loose surface. Here on Cyprus there are a huge number of ‘spots’ where a loose surface is or could be present. 

What next? Time will tell. I quite fancy…

Fast forward to today, January 23rd 2018. On the way home from Ygeia Polyclinic, Limassol I decided to visit my barber in Skarinou, a quick phone call confirmed he was available and I drove the additional two junctions up the highway before turning off, parking up and turning off the Demio engine. It was a great drive, one that would have been good on the bike, if I still had her. 

I’m in the barber’s chair updating him and by proxy his wife on news about Niki and I remembered that he would be interested to hear my news about the bike. At an appropriate moment I told him that I had sold the wing. Oh he says, that’s inconvenient, on my phone you are “Andy Goldwing”. I’m now after a brief edit ‘Andy No Goldwing”. Before long I will be a paid up member of the ‘when I used to have a … club’. FFS.