No, not in the water, but now sans Kawasaki and riding a 2010 Street Glide. This is not just any Street Glide, it is a Harley Davidson CVO Street Glide. Not only did I swallow the pill but took it hook line and sinker!
The sad thing: I wish I had done it a long time ago.
This bike is the most comfortable ride I had ever taken. Just a little over 1k on it so far, my mileage, and have not had a bad ride yet!
So, I thought I would never say this, but..
I do get it.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Sometimes you have to start at the beginning...
There are sometimes things so simple, that we forget to do them. This is one of those things. The beginning, although not up to date, not in the here and now is where this started.
I started riding at the age of 39. Call it my pre-midlife crisis, or what you may. I had decided I would start riding on my own before I turned 40. I am not sure why the bike my neighbor owned was so appealing to me. I knew how he took care of other things, so I didn't doubt that the bike would need some work, but it was the call of that engine whining every six months or so, when he took it out of the shed in the back and fired it up. It was an older bike, 1979 KZ650, Powder blue. Nothing beautiful, but was a gem in minds eye and an means to an end.
I started falling for this idea by telling my longtime partner that I wanted to ride. Why not, I could do this. I used to ride alone on the Honda 90 when was 12 didn't I? Well I was far from 12 years old. She said,"think about it for two weeks, if you still want to do this after two weeks, then go for it!". I secretly think she thought I would go on to something else. Which of course, did not happen.
To make a very long story short, my neighbor did eventually sell the bike to me. He knew he could come and visit it if he wanted to. I had someone who had been recommended to me from one of the bike shops come and look at it, as well as Billiam. Everyone one was in agreement. The four hundred dollars I spent on the purchase and subsequent hundreds of dollars getting it right was well worth the effort at bringing me to what I know now about bikes.
I started riding at the age of 39. Call it my pre-midlife crisis, or what you may. I had decided I would start riding on my own before I turned 40. I am not sure why the bike my neighbor owned was so appealing to me. I knew how he took care of other things, so I didn't doubt that the bike would need some work, but it was the call of that engine whining every six months or so, when he took it out of the shed in the back and fired it up. It was an older bike, 1979 KZ650, Powder blue. Nothing beautiful, but was a gem in minds eye and an means to an end.
I started falling for this idea by telling my longtime partner that I wanted to ride. Why not, I could do this. I used to ride alone on the Honda 90 when was 12 didn't I? Well I was far from 12 years old. She said,"think about it for two weeks, if you still want to do this after two weeks, then go for it!". I secretly think she thought I would go on to something else. Which of course, did not happen.
To make a very long story short, my neighbor did eventually sell the bike to me. He knew he could come and visit it if he wanted to. I had someone who had been recommended to me from one of the bike shops come and look at it, as well as Billiam. Everyone one was in agreement. The four hundred dollars I spent on the purchase and subsequent hundreds of dollars getting it right was well worth the effort at bringing me to what I know now about bikes.
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