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It was a love affair that I never thought would end. But as fate would have it, I had to sell it today. The ironic thing is that I used to read ads of bikes for sale in the newspapers and online, and discover the reason many people sold their bikes for money. Everytime I read a ad like that I swore to myself that I'd never sell my bike for money. It was more important than money. If I needed money, I'd give something else up, but my bike would be the last thing I would ever sell. And now, almost two years to the day that I bought it, I was forced to sell it for exactly that reason. But it wasn't to buy something newer, it wasn't to get a car or just because I needed some fast cash. It was because I am moving to San Diego, and I'm barley 18, so in order for me to get an apartment and survive at all the motorcycle had to go. I couldn't sell anything else because that's the only real thing of value I have.
So, as I watched my bike drive down the street and around the corner for the last time today, I thought of what a beautiful bike it is, and how wrong it looked with someone else on it. But my real point to writing this is not to describe the passion I had and still have for riding, but to remind you that you share this same passion for motorcycles, and that you have one sitting in your garage right now. Take it out for a ride. Just ride. I found that I never had a bad ride; as long as I was on my bike I was having fun. Didn't matter what or when or where. I rode in the snow, in the 100 degree heat, in rain and hail, and every other form of weather New York gets. I could have easily passed 25,000 miles that year if I had known I was going to sell it now. I hadn't really done serious mileage in a couple months, but as the time drew near to when I was going to sell it, I made sure I rode it every second I got. The new owner even remaked how I had put 200 miles on it since yesterday when he came to give me the deposit.
The good news is that I will have another bike in the near future, and there isn't any rain or snow or hail in San Diego. I even kept my leather jacket and helmet, so I the first chance I get I will buy another motorcycle. I don't care what it is, and I'm sure it won't be as nice as my shiny Ninja, but at least I'll be riding again. I just hope my next bike will bring me the same joy my previous bike did. Maybe I'll get that same rush when I see it sitting in the garage at night. Or at least just knowing that it's there. I should probably stop writing about now, but before I do I want to say that you should never take riding your bike for granted, because you might find your love affair drawing to a close also.
Here's some pics that I had laying around:
Yours Truly
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Some pictures New York Style
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Having some fun on a recent trip to Shelter Island
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Old and New
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One more of it stock
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And that my friends, is my way of saying goodbye to my bike. It definitely wasn't the last, but it'll always be the first.
So, as I watched my bike drive down the street and around the corner for the last time today, I thought of what a beautiful bike it is, and how wrong it looked with someone else on it. But my real point to writing this is not to describe the passion I had and still have for riding, but to remind you that you share this same passion for motorcycles, and that you have one sitting in your garage right now. Take it out for a ride. Just ride. I found that I never had a bad ride; as long as I was on my bike I was having fun. Didn't matter what or when or where. I rode in the snow, in the 100 degree heat, in rain and hail, and every other form of weather New York gets. I could have easily passed 25,000 miles that year if I had known I was going to sell it now. I hadn't really done serious mileage in a couple months, but as the time drew near to when I was going to sell it, I made sure I rode it every second I got. The new owner even remaked how I had put 200 miles on it since yesterday when he came to give me the deposit.
The good news is that I will have another bike in the near future, and there isn't any rain or snow or hail in San Diego. I even kept my leather jacket and helmet, so I the first chance I get I will buy another motorcycle. I don't care what it is, and I'm sure it won't be as nice as my shiny Ninja, but at least I'll be riding again. I just hope my next bike will bring me the same joy my previous bike did. Maybe I'll get that same rush when I see it sitting in the garage at night. Or at least just knowing that it's there. I should probably stop writing about now, but before I do I want to say that you should never take riding your bike for granted, because you might find your love affair drawing to a close also.
Here's some pics that I had laying around:
Yours Truly
Some pictures New York Style
Having some fun on a recent trip to Shelter Island
Old and New
One more of it stock
And that my friends, is my way of saying goodbye to my bike. It definitely wasn't the last, but it'll always be the first.
