Is it luck or bad luck?
Last october, on my way from my brother (Narbonne) to Mèze (my son) # 80km, the gearbox of my flat twin BM decided it had enoughand started rattling and whistling badly.
I could get back to my son's and called my insurance technical support for help. They told me they would find a motorist to fix the problem and gave me taxi and TGV ticket (1st class) home.
After one and a half month with no news from the garage, I called and they told me they did not find a gearbox. My hack is quite old (1991) and new parts from BM way too expensive , so i took the war path and found a used but recently serviced box at reasonnable price tag. It was in Limoges, middle of nowhere, but the PO are pros and last month the garage received it and mounted it.
So far so good.
Last tuesday I rushed (see pict) down to get the bike.
Got it friday, took the road today (770km) leaved at 12 am and was home at 1/4 to 9 pm. No officer, twas not me speeding, it's the way she likes to be pushed round the Cévennes's bends!
Only , I had to do the last 500m pushing the bike home.
So am I lucky because the bike broke again very close to my home rather than in the middle of some frozen desert (and I crossed some during the journey, including snow)?
Or am I unlucky because the "motorist" did not use a new set of gaskets, nor checked the shaft for problem?
(I don't say that the transporter broke my seat's fibreglass support...:grumpy

Anyway, nothing to deal with knives? Indeed yes it does, because I had scheduled to pay a visit to my friends of La Monnerie, les Vieilles Lames (old blades) near Thiers (about half way), but postponed when I saw the weather forecasting ice and snow).
Now my warm bath with bubble should be ready...
I really rushed (or was it the train? writing also in Spanish as this train ends in Barcelona))
A souvenir from Mèze (friday)...