Just as happy as I was yesterday riding home on my Ducati, just as angry was I this morning finding it vandalised. Nothing disastrous but the right hand mirror was broken off and nowhere to be found. The mirror arm was turned so hard I couldn’t unscrew it, so this was obviously done with a lot of force. Since there wasn’t any other scratch I’m inclined to believe it was done on purpose.
When I brought down my Ducati from Sweden to Spain I promised myself not to cry if anything happened to it. The alternative had been to sell it and buy a bike that is less precious to me, but I couldn’t separate from my Monster and felt I had to take my chances.
The first time the bike was touched I did, but this time I just felt anger and tiredness. Yet another thing to organise. I have to contact the Ducati store to see if they have mirrors on the shelf or if it’s due to order. I do need it rather quickly, riding in Spanish traffic I need to see every angle.
After a couple of weeks of non-riding related travelling it was truly wonderful to get the Ducati out from the school were it been stored away safely for Easter and 1st of May holidays. Unfortunately, a bit too safely since there was a locked gate between the bike and the street and no key was to be found when I was leaving school after working late.
Few got to see when I crossed the school ground and grass and exited through the main gate. Possibly some heard it, though, since I had to rev the engine brutally to be able to overcome a small obstacle on my way.
Finally on the street I enjoyed my ride home with all my heart! And tomorrow I can once again sleep long and surf the queues going to work.
I will have to get back with the story of the MotoGP, it just has to sink in first. This is a capture of the post GP feeling: