
Good on you.
Being popular can be a nuisance. But being a gifted grease monkey can get you into trouble.
I'm having a similar spell at the moment. In encouraging a couple of mates who are seriously considering biking; "Sure, I'll give you a hand to find a bike/Give you a ride to your CBT/show you how to look after yer bike, etc". What are friends for, I thought.
In the last three weeks, they've got very serious, booked CBT's, DAS', both bought a bike and I've seen more helmets, leathers, gloves, trousers, boots, covers, locks and aftermarket bits in numerous locations than I care to mention. The spare room is taking longer to finish and my better half becoming less than enchanted on the subject of bikes, especially if I haven't made the dinner.
I've still got a garden to turn over, pave and re-lawn and a drive needing relaid.
A marker or three is always handy.

Starts with a R. Rrrrrrrr. Motorbike!