I'm a sad rider today, my friends...
My baby, my muse... my best friend... nay, scratch that, my first, true love...
She's broken...
I still remember that day, all those years ago, plucking her from the hanger on high and lo'unto the dealer, bellowing: "Build me this!"
And although many a part has been replaced, down this long road of dirt and grease and traffic, she, my love, has remained... The rock.
I can't stand the idea of something new. Something... par.
I don't know how long it's been there, I'm just getting back to riding after about 7 years on and off. I noticed it for the first time last year. I was never a heavy rider - 175-180.
But now I'm at a crossroads. If it's terminal, I'm sad. If it can be fixed - I'll do whatever it takes, save as long as I have to...
Any advice?
My baby, my muse... my best friend... nay, scratch that, my first, true love...
She's broken...
I still remember that day, all those years ago, plucking her from the hanger on high and lo'unto the dealer, bellowing: "Build me this!"
And although many a part has been replaced, down this long road of dirt and grease and traffic, she, my love, has remained... The rock.
I can't stand the idea of something new. Something... par.
I don't know how long it's been there, I'm just getting back to riding after about 7 years on and off. I noticed it for the first time last year. I was never a heavy rider - 175-180.
But now I'm at a crossroads. If it's terminal, I'm sad. If it can be fixed - I'll do whatever it takes, save as long as I have to...
Any advice?