Aw shucks....
Well, I celebrated it by going on our Classic Bike Club summer run, which would have been 200 miles in glorious sunshine on the Guzzi, if I hadn't got a puncture on the way home, and ended up returning on the back of a tow truck....
Dick of the day goes to the guy in the car behind me, who helpfully blared his horn at me, as I weaved from side to side trying to avoid drifting into the oncoming traffic.
On the plus side, didn't drop it, the tow truck was there in 45 minutes (thanks to Carole Nash) and I saved a gallon of petrol on the way back..
