As I've matured (like a fine wine, or a piece of mouldy cheese, take your pick!) I've come to realise that I enjoy riding far more than flinging the spanners around. Add in to the equation the problems I have with my hands, and you have the reason I choose to ride modern bikes. I don't mind routine servicing, but much rather spend my time riding my bicycles and motorbikes or out in the sticks walking.
Talking of which, I rode the little 125 down into the Cotswolds on Monday and did a lovely 7 mile walk. On returning to the village where I was parked up, I went into the pub and ordered a pint of bitter shandy. £5.80 said the barman 😳. My wallet is still in hiding 3 days later...