my bikes my beauty and the beast, beauty when i sit around lookin at it and the beast when iam on the open road, what more can i say guys, you probably think im bloody bonkers, stay safe guys.
well, just worked out since divorce
(i am not bitter, no i`m not,
almost moved far enough away, new zeland)
i have spent twice as much on italien redness than houses,
never mind servicing and tyres (gulp, 25,000miles worth a year or so)
and "esential" leather, spare leathers, gortex, luggage, pasports and ferry tickets,
love my bike?
nope.
goes too fast, have to keep trying to end up with perfectly worn tyres, has had me in far too many conversations with friends in blue,
keeps waking me up at stupid o` clock in the a.m on days off, only to find myself in skye, wales or france or spain or italy by supper time.
love it?
nope.
last night had trouble sleeping after it made me see if the new screen was more effective at reducing wind noise/turbulance over different road types and velocities....
(yes it is) but the shaking inside my head def kept me awake after i got in.
love it ?
nope.
its a lot of fiendishly over priced bits of metal and plastic annodised redness and carbon (oooooh carbon)
right up untill the second the engine fires.
I love my hettie the hornet sooooo much She was my present to myself when Ex moved out and I had to sell my dream house....But guess what... give me Hettie any day to the house and the Ex
I have waited 14 years for a hornet 250 and the wait was worth it love her to bloody bits and I dont know what i would do if I dropped her OMG cant even think of it
my bike takes me to places I would only want to go to on 2 wheels my bike makes mr & mrs average think I'm weird and I like that - cus I am! my bike has helped me make amazing friends who love their bike too my bike has looked after me through thick and thin and has always been there when I need a friend