Weather is murkey, so this is a photo of my new bike from the internet. I picked this up from Robert at Lone Star couple of days ago. To say I'm in love (with the bike, not Robert, although he has potential), is an understatement.
My wife is über understanding, but I can't add a bike to the 1200GSA, the Fatboy, and the KLR. The Harley had to go.
And none to soon. I don't miss it.
This is not a cut on the Harley culture out there, but I am so glad to be divorced of it I want to throw a party.
It was never me. I thought it would be. I was wrong. Like when I ride to Mexico, I don't like "fit in", large group, uniformed cults. And the Fatboy really never was a "great bike". It didn't have anything going for it other than it's connection to the "Marque", and the ticket it punched into the "club".
So WhiskeySmith comes over to Casa Tricepilot one day, on HIS Triumph Rocket III. He says, "take it out for a ride". One block. I peed my pants. Torque to sell to other countries and comfort out the ying-yang.
The G-Force alone when twisting the throttle is nothing like I've ever experienced, at least since flying the T-38 when lighting afterburner.
So I give Robert K my Harley (we do have a moment, the Harley and I) An aligator tear is shed, and then I say to the bike, "we'll keep in touch, ok?"
Then I take the girl home I should have married all along, a Brit.
Here are come interesting videos on the bike:
This is the second bike I've purchased from Lone Star. What a great dealership. My garage is now pan-European/Asian, with the German GSA, the British Triumph, and the Japanese KLR.
More fun:
The bike is pure madness. I get up every night after midnight to meet with her in the garage.
We may even make a tape for the internet.
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