As I was zipping along today, enjoy the feeling of the wind on my neck and feeling sorry for the multitudes of bugs that were dying on my face shield, I spotted a rather large man on a rather small bike. He was at least 325 pounds, and he was riding a little Ninja 250. As he passed, the thought ran through my head that when he dismounted that poor bike, he was going to have to unwedge it from between his butt-cheeks, because it was really up in there.

And yes, I then promptly chastised myself for such an unkind thought. But that poor bike was really taking a beating from its rider.

I know...I'm going to hell.
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Though I'm nowhere near ready to buy my next bike, I am already planning it. Because truly, most of the fun is in the planning and the reading about and the going to dealerships to sit on and drool over the merchandise. I've been to a Suzuki/Kawasaki/Ducati dealership and to a Honda/Suzuki dealership, and have sat on several different toys I would like to have someday.

One of the best fits was a Ninja 500. And it's an inexpensive bike. So I started thinking. And reading. And asking questions of people who already own one. And they made me think it would be a very fun bike indeed.

And then someone else had to pop my little bubble with "You already have a lead wrist, and that's on a little Rebel. How much trouble do you think you're going to get into on a sportsbike, even an entry-level sportsbike?"

I do like to go zoooom.

I think maybe my next bike will be something that I won't kill myself on... but that doesn't mean I can't still drool on them and read about them and download pictures of them.
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Motorcycles are my porn.
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Yay for spring.

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