I'm bored, :holysheep: a story
Back many years ago a friend of mine had a 350 Honda, fire engine red in color. He had let me drive it, after that I was hooked. A few years later my brother-in-law had and let me drive his 750 Yamaha, once again I got hooked. Unfortunately I could never afford even a used motorcycle, not while raising a small family. In 2001 my small Building Service Contractor business was at its peak. Coming home from work one day, stopped at an intersection I watched about 70-90 motorcycles drive thru...I got goose-bumps and made a promise to myself that this will be the year. After researching, going to every motorcycle shop in the city, looking at Kawasakis , Yamahas, Hondas, Suzukis, Victories, Big Boys and Harley Davidson, I liked the Harley the best. I was set on a 1200 Sportster, but I really like the way the Harley soft-tales looked, suspension under the bike. 88 cubic inches/1450 cc V twin engine, 5 gear transmission 1 down-4 up shift, a true road cruiser...
Out of the 7 or 8 soft tale models to choose from, I picked/purchased a 2001 Harley Davidson Fatboy, Pearl Black w/burgundy pinstripe paint. Stock weight at 789 lbs, fat tires, solid rims, I added Vance & Hines dual chrome staggered shotgun 2 ½ inch exhaust pipes, over the years lots of chrome. The fatboy probably weighs over 850 lbs today w/all the customizing.
When I was breaking her in, I kept to low traffic areas, no high-ways, not until I had reached 500 miles as recommended by HD manual. Your not just breaking in the bike, but yourself as well, on how to drive and handle one. Any motorcycle owner knows that you must learn how your bike handles in most condition. Not to mention a constant alertness at all times....leave the show-off **** at home....as I always say....but nearly lost it coming off an off ramp to a highway once, the bikes weight at 70 mph takes you where it wants to go if you are not in control, I actual drifted into the next lane w/o any control for a split second and thats all it takes to get killed...hope I learned my lesson that day...
But that first time coming out onto the highway, there is nothing like it, truly. Now I can relate a little to what a fighter pilot kinda feels like taking off on an aircraft carrier in his jet.....
Now today as a grower and biker I find myself just wanting to grow, smoke and ride....thats my story and Im sticking to it......the grow, the bike, the ride.....later
My baby day 1 in 2001