What I have done with my bike today is... ridden it.
Over the weekend I have clocked up seventy or eighty miles just pottering around the Lake District, and it was all very lovely. But on reflection, I do think that rather than just riding aimlessly, there is something very special about using my bike for the purpose it was designed and built. I mean, as cheap reliable transport for an ordinary working man to get to his work and back, perhaps picking up a bit of shopping, perhaps dropping a kid off at school. It never ceases to amaze me how many motorcyclists (riders of both classic and modern) will happily whizz around for miles and miles at the weekend, but then go home, put the bike away, and get in the car to go to the shops or to work. Come to think of it, there are a lot of push-bike riders who are exactly the same. These 'weekend warriors' seem to have forgotten why our wonderful machines were invented in the first place!
For me, using my BSA as a means of daily transport, in exactly the same way my Grandfather used his, creates a link with the past and the heritage of the marque which I would struggle to experience if I just wheeled it out on special occasions for a leisurely ride in the sunshine.
Anyway... Those are the thoughts with which I have been sharing my helmet today!