I seem cursed with individual, quirky motorcycles
Filed in Reno 2006So, here we go again.
I cannot possibly trust this bike. Whether it is something simple or not, and whether I can remember how to “hotwire” it, Nevada is way too remote and empty for a bike I can’t believe in.
I don’t know if I can sell it, since it is untrustworthy. As I sit, it is, indeed, a dog. Perhaps as a parts bike, or a project bike. In which case I threw away a couple of thousand dollars. That’s more than any normal person can spare.
If I sell Arnie and Beastie this summer, perhaps I can get something better. Something different. I got a kick out of riding this big stonking bike, but I can’t do u-turns worth *** and it’s not nimble. Lately the thought of “sport-tourer” springs to mind. Something completely different. But with my luck, that will break down too.
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