A Clean Pair of Wheels

M set off home this morning on his beloved thirty-years old motorcycle, and got there without any need for roadside repairs. Rebuilding this machine and keeping it going is his hobby/passion/obsession. Even so, there are frequent moans about breakdowns.

It was early when he left and I didn't frame the picture very well - lots of less than photogenic garage stuff in it. So I have cropped him off at the waist, and focussed on the wondrous shininess of the bike. 

Maybe he washed it before I was up?