I love my motorcycle.
But let me tell you why.
There is something amazing hitting the road on a nice sunny day on your motorcycle. A lot of us in Washington (IE last night) drive in utter shitty weather most of the time. Rain, overcast, still wet roads, and it is still fun, and I love it, but it half sucks. It puts me on my nerves always. I have to be that much more defensive. Especially driving at night in the rain. Can't see crap, still terrified of what happens when a motorcycle hydroplanes, and metal grating bridges (oh, I made the mistake of going over one of those when it was raining once and I will never do it again. I almost died, and I'm not exaggerating). However, We buck up, and do it for those of us who use it as a primary form of transportation outside of walking/bus. Sharp corners still unnerve me a bit still. I'm still not 100% comfortable leaning really close to the ground. Everytime I take a ninety degree turn I still slow the fuck down and take it easy.
But when one of those perfect, beautiful sunny days like today happens? It makes me realize I actually like the sun (and those who know me close, know I love the rain more than most things) Driving down some twist beautiful roads covered in trees? Going over the 1-5 bridge at 60 MPH and seeing the beautiful view of downtown Seattle? It's fucking amazing.
Not only that, I have a fucking beast between my thighs. I'm pretty sure I can go to one to sixty in about a minute. I've never driven anything that can go to one to sixty in ten minutes (slight exaggeration, but if you've been in my volvo or the rape van you know what I mean) It's a powerful, sexy fucking machine.
The other part, which is kind of a weird little thing, but it half makes me smile every time.
When I'm driving down the road and I pass this scruffy old guy driving a beat up harley, or a piece of shit yamaha, or a brand new bmw, there's also the wave of hello to a fellow motorcyclist. It's a weird little community. Yesterday when I was opening Prost up by myself, there was a knock on the door, I poked my head out and this big friendly looking guy asked if that was my Ducati parked out front. I responded with yeah and he had his Ducati parked right beside mine. He owned the bar right next to ours and wanted to say hello and welcome to the neighbor and just chat for a minute.
Either way. I love riding my motorcycle. It's a lot of fun, and I'm looking forward to doing this for a long time (before I die in a horrible accident or my liver fails, who wants to take bets on which one happens first?)
But let me tell you why.
There is something amazing hitting the road on a nice sunny day on your motorcycle. A lot of us in Washington (IE last night) drive in utter shitty weather most of the time. Rain, overcast, still wet roads, and it is still fun, and I love it, but it half sucks. It puts me on my nerves always. I have to be that much more defensive. Especially driving at night in the rain. Can't see crap, still terrified of what happens when a motorcycle hydroplanes, and metal grating bridges (oh, I made the mistake of going over one of those when it was raining once and I will never do it again. I almost died, and I'm not exaggerating). However, We buck up, and do it for those of us who use it as a primary form of transportation outside of walking/bus. Sharp corners still unnerve me a bit still. I'm still not 100% comfortable leaning really close to the ground. Everytime I take a ninety degree turn I still slow the fuck down and take it easy.
But when one of those perfect, beautiful sunny days like today happens? It makes me realize I actually like the sun (and those who know me close, know I love the rain more than most things) Driving down some twist beautiful roads covered in trees? Going over the 1-5 bridge at 60 MPH and seeing the beautiful view of downtown Seattle? It's fucking amazing.
Not only that, I have a fucking beast between my thighs. I'm pretty sure I can go to one to sixty in about a minute. I've never driven anything that can go to one to sixty in ten minutes (slight exaggeration, but if you've been in my volvo or the rape van you know what I mean) It's a powerful, sexy fucking machine.
The other part, which is kind of a weird little thing, but it half makes me smile every time.
When I'm driving down the road and I pass this scruffy old guy driving a beat up harley, or a piece of shit yamaha, or a brand new bmw, there's also the wave of hello to a fellow motorcyclist. It's a weird little community. Yesterday when I was opening Prost up by myself, there was a knock on the door, I poked my head out and this big friendly looking guy asked if that was my Ducati parked out front. I responded with yeah and he had his Ducati parked right beside mine. He owned the bar right next to ours and wanted to say hello and welcome to the neighbor and just chat for a minute.
Either way. I love riding my motorcycle. It's a lot of fun, and I'm looking forward to doing this for a long time (before I die in a horrible accident or my liver fails, who wants to take bets on which one happens first?)
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remj:
A friend is coming up to Seattle for an elopement-plus thing, and asked me about Canlis. I haven't heard about it, but certainly you have! Maybe. Thoughts?
leftofthedial:
Hey man, haven't heard from you in a while. Where ya been? See you at The Lepers show on Saturday?