We've been a single car family for quite some time therefore the bike has become my commuter and almost our second vehicle, ferrying kids to sporting events etc. For a little while now I've been a bit ho hum about the bike and only really ridden it for that purpose. I'd look at it and think "Should I wash it. There's all that chrome to polish. It's only going to get dirty again in 2 or 3 days". I'd start to notice every little rattle, every noise, every minor mark on the bodywork. We'd basically become like a long married couple. Three weeks ago I bought a 4WD (kept our Falcon) and it became my new toy. Accessories were bought, trips to the beach were had, and getting to work in the rain was no longer a pain. During this time, the bike sat in the garage without even being started. This morning was probably the first time I'd given the bike a second look. It seemed to give me an accusatory look back. The guilt got to me and I fired it up with the intention of a quick blat up the road to "clear the cobwebs". 2 hours later I came home. I had re-discovered the love. The instant acceleration, the diving into gaps my 4WD couldn't make, leaving cars behind at the lights. The wind in my face (and the bugs) whilst I impersonate a human windsock. It was all there. It may have only been a 3 week break, but this was like our second honeymoon. Tomorrow she will be washed, polished, caressed and appreciated for the wonderful partner she is.