So. My day off. Had an errand in town. Took the backroads all the way. I reminded myself that I can still hang off and lean turns. The Dragon kind of scared me out it. It was good to hang off again.
Anyway, I'm at a gas station, grabbing some beer, and I pull up next to a copper and black Gixxer. I think it had "750" on the side. Didn't know they made one.
Regardless, it was sharp, it was bright, it was stretched. In short, it was beautiful. My wondrous Tora Tanshi looked so worn and tired next to that beast of a machine.
Bwaaahhh Haaaa Haaa! That poor guy can't hardly take a right turn and stay in his lane! That bike doesn't leave his freakin' garage unless the weather is gorgeous.
All the miles, all the twisties, all the left and right and back again. All the riding in all weather. All the joy, all the love of riding. He doesn't get to enjoy any of it.
He's got a pretty bike and it looks pretty. That pretty much covers what he's spent so much money and time on. I've got a pretty bike that I RIDE!
A moment of silence, please for those less fortunate than us. Those that ride a bike just because they think they look cool. Maybe they do look cool. Maybe their bike is really pretty.
I felt sorry for that guy. I couldn't even invite him to run my twisties with me. Even if he wanted to, his bike couldn't do it. Not stretched the way it was. He would have been like an anchor, always holding us back.
Sad.
Anyway, I'm at a gas station, grabbing some beer, and I pull up next to a copper and black Gixxer. I think it had "750" on the side. Didn't know they made one.
Regardless, it was sharp, it was bright, it was stretched. In short, it was beautiful. My wondrous Tora Tanshi looked so worn and tired next to that beast of a machine.
Bwaaahhh Haaaa Haaa! That poor guy can't hardly take a right turn and stay in his lane! That bike doesn't leave his freakin' garage unless the weather is gorgeous.
All the miles, all the twisties, all the left and right and back again. All the riding in all weather. All the joy, all the love of riding. He doesn't get to enjoy any of it.
He's got a pretty bike and it looks pretty. That pretty much covers what he's spent so much money and time on. I've got a pretty bike that I RIDE!
A moment of silence, please for those less fortunate than us. Those that ride a bike just because they think they look cool. Maybe they do look cool. Maybe their bike is really pretty.
I felt sorry for that guy. I couldn't even invite him to run my twisties with me. Even if he wanted to, his bike couldn't do it. Not stretched the way it was. He would have been like an anchor, always holding us back.
Sad.