I blame my brother-in-law. A nice guy to be sure, but prone to making outlandish suggestions such as: "Carl, buy a bike and lets go riding." Crazy stuff like that.
At 54, I have gone through the fazes of dirt, street, dual sport, dirt again. Now add "super bike" to that.
It seemed like the reasonable thing to do. Kids out of house. Little bit of cash in the bank. So I bought an '05 with 22k on the clock virtually sight unseen for $6k. Being refined and dignified, we don't call this a "mid-life crises."
Anyway, like all good romances, she has a past: Interesting upgrades and mods to keep the element of "mystery" in the relationship. That's why I never buy new stuff. I prefer the intrigue of potential road side repairs. And stuff.
So greetings from Vancouver, WA. Where it is now 40* and raining. Who wants to ride?
At 54, I have gone through the fazes of dirt, street, dual sport, dirt again. Now add "super bike" to that.
It seemed like the reasonable thing to do. Kids out of house. Little bit of cash in the bank. So I bought an '05 with 22k on the clock virtually sight unseen for $6k. Being refined and dignified, we don't call this a "mid-life crises."
Anyway, like all good romances, she has a past: Interesting upgrades and mods to keep the element of "mystery" in the relationship. That's why I never buy new stuff. I prefer the intrigue of potential road side repairs. And stuff.
So greetings from Vancouver, WA. Where it is now 40* and raining. Who wants to ride?