I'm riding less now that I have a convertible, and also got that insane high speeds monkey off my back. that and the weather has been horrid, and the bike not running so well lately. so during the down times that voice of action pops into my head...
"Hey! Psssst. are you really getting anything out of this? maybe it's it time to pack it up and move on. I know how you like to keep mobile... keep running ahead of death with an action packed life instead of settling for the comfort zone. You could get $6000 out of it... oh, hey! Maybe trade it in on that smaller GSXR750 you keep in the back of your mind here with me... you know you want it. It's lighter, not a ticket magnet like that bloated Busa is..."
but then I throw open the garage door, see it's anxious curvatious body, mount up and all that vanishes as a distant memory shortly there after. I think about how I wanted this bike my whole life,
and how it was created just for me,
and that it was the fastest production bike ever made,
and it's history with me over the past 5 years, the tours, the streets, the trackdays, the passengers, the tires, the tuneups, the group rides....
in the end it's nice to know this bike has grown up with me and I don't like thinking about loosing a blood relative.
Is that just me? Anyone else have trouble letting it go even when you thought you wanted to?
"Hey! Psssst. are you really getting anything out of this? maybe it's it time to pack it up and move on. I know how you like to keep mobile... keep running ahead of death with an action packed life instead of settling for the comfort zone. You could get $6000 out of it... oh, hey! Maybe trade it in on that smaller GSXR750 you keep in the back of your mind here with me... you know you want it. It's lighter, not a ticket magnet like that bloated Busa is..."
but then I throw open the garage door, see it's anxious curvatious body, mount up and all that vanishes as a distant memory shortly there after. I think about how I wanted this bike my whole life,
and how it was created just for me,
and that it was the fastest production bike ever made,
and it's history with me over the past 5 years, the tours, the streets, the trackdays, the passengers, the tires, the tuneups, the group rides....
in the end it's nice to know this bike has grown up with me and I don't like thinking about loosing a blood relative.
Is that just me? Anyone else have trouble letting it go even when you thought you wanted to?