Where do you park your motorcycle in London?

To the London-based ukrm-ers: where do you park your motorcycles at
night? Do you always leave it in motorcycle bays every night? Is it
safe? If you have a garage or car parking near home, approximately how
much do they charge you every month?

Cheers

 

I park my bikes in my garage. Crazy, huh?

 

Depends on how many Rottweilers you tie to the bike, I'd say.

Not cheap. The second garage I rented for a while up in North London was
something like 60quid a month IIRC, and that was 3-4 years ago.

 

I park outside my place, on the street. It's a very quiet road and it's a
crap bike... Never had a problem in 9 years. I normally cover it.

F

 

Approximately what area of the city is that? It scares me to notice
that in central London even bicycles worth not much more than £ 100
are vandalized

 

You are a lazy bike journo AICMFFCOBikE

 

Hampstead garden suburbs.

F

 

Where Aston Martins are parked on the street.

 

You have a garage in Southfieds? There can't actually be many
properties with a garage round there.

 

I do, and there aren't. Handy to have though - it was my only hard and
fast requirement when flat-hunting.

 

Deffo. Having now moved out of Harrow, I miss having two garages for
my own personal use.[1]

We've been looking for places with a double garage - I was actually
shocked at how many, that although they still look like a garage from
the outside, have been converted to a "family room".

[1] One for the car, the other for the bike, gardening stuff, storage
of crap, etc. etc.

 

You'd do better with a downstairs loo for that.

 

We went to look at a place last night. The en-suite to the master
bedroom was full of "stuff".

 

We've looked at a lot of places over the last 6 months or so. Some people
seem to have absolutely no understanding of the concept of "tidying up a
bit".

 

platypus wrote:
[houses]

Ain't dat da troof!

We saw one a while back where we had to step over a pile of dirty
washing to get into one of the bedrooms.

 

Me too.

It was a strange concept to get used to but I rather like it now.

 

Christ, yes. We had a garage chock full of shit and a house like a show
home. We kept "forgetting" to leave the garage key with the estate agent.

It seemed to work.

 

Heh. I remember going to look at a house, which on the surface was
/immaculate/. Clean, shiny, polished, dust-free. The old man was
flopped on the sofa in his string vest, glued to the box to the point
of ignoring all else and his missus just fed him a fresh can of
Special Brew every five minutes, then carefully vanished the empty.

The Kermit Green hall/stairs/landing carpet was a bit icky, the purple
and black decor to two of the bedrooms more so - but what got me (and
the then missus) was that /all/ the cupboard doors appeared to be
under strain from internal pressure - even the loft hatch was bowed.

The garage doors, though, had given up the unequal struggle and had
stretched their securing chain to bowstring tautness and there were
bits of paper and magazines struggling for freedom between the doors
and under the broken lower hinge. I dread to think how many cubic
metres of shite we avoided there.