A Swing and a Miss!

October 27, 2008:

The day I sold my motorcycle and didn't have another in mind, or in the garage or in "Limbo", or waiting to be picked up, or just around the corner, or hidden in a secret garden, or waiting to be discovered if you can unscramble the archaic scroll-like artifact, or at the end of a neat, old treasure map.  

    I feel most unworthy writing this post.  I am now a perpetual cager with no real escape.  I almost bought a bike.  Yeah... I almost bought a cherry 2004 VTX 1800C with charcoal paint and tribal flames.  I rode it.  Pretty sweet.  A little too cruiser.  I think I could live with the 120 ft-lb of torque and @ 100 horses.  That may have been enough to keep my attention for a while.     However, the time was not right.  I (my me

dia-naranja) thought that the economy is too scary right now and that she, we, should focus on tying up some loose ends.

    I have trouble concentrating.  I feel like I am in a constant Fog, a funk, if you will.  I find myself wanting to give all of my most prized possessions away to people I barely know.  I drive slowly by the Harley store, wrenching my neck for just a glimpse of tire or chrome.  I have reassured myself: "1100 cc is plenty.  No one needs more than 1100 cc."  I even gave a scooter a second look and thought I might look cool in the saddle, like a big hairy Sandy.

    All is not lost.  I find consolation in talking to others about their bikes.  Vicariously feeling the wind in my hair, bugs in my teeth, and Subarus running me off the road in four wheeled stupor.

    I will own a bike again.  I will rise where I have once fallen.  I will find affordable lodging for the next big ride... That reminds me.  Gotta go.

JP