well, if they weren't hating, then I'll say they were being gay

 

So sorry to hear this; I feel for you man.

 

First off, to the poster who lost a friend, my condolences.

To those that do not understand a man feeling sorrow over the loss of his bike and not wanting another bike, I understand your point of views. I certainly do not place the same value on my bikes as I do a family member, friend, or even pet.

However, while their value is not the same, the loss of certain machines can affect me like the loss of a pet. Different ways, but both very strong emotions.

I have four vehicles; a truck, my Grand Prix, my Sportster and my Dyna. Of those, the Sportster and Grand Prix do not currently run. The Sportster and I were hit about a year ago and she still sits the same way she did the day she went down. I have yet to begin the rebuild of her as I have been working on the rebuild of me. The Grand Prix is a money issue.

If something happened to the truck, I couldn't care less. I'd be upset I'd have to find a new truck (I use that thing to tow and haul all sorts of crap...) but beyond that I wouldn't waist a moment feeling bad about it's loss.

The Dyna I would be far more upset if something happened to it but still, I wouldn't be totally heartbroken if she was totaled. She can be replaced and rebuilt just as she is today. The modifications are simple, bolt on additions and nothing major.

The Grand Prix and the Sportster though are a whole different story. Those vehicles are still around even though they are doing nothing because of what they represent. Both vehicles were the embodyment of me. The Grand Prix I took from being ordinary and plain to something very special and very fun. The memories of that journey, and my growth as a gear-head with it, cannot have a price tag placed upon them nor be replaced with any other vehicle. Same too of the Sportster. I took that bike, my first bike, and brought it from a forgotten, forelorn form of it's past self and made it new again, made it mine, and along the way I grew more.

The loss is having all the hard work you put into these things, the time, the effort, the passion, and then seeing it be destroyed in front of your very eyes by others who are careless and tell you "oh, well, it's just a car" or "just a bike". No, my truck is "just a car" my Dyna is "just a bike" but my Grand Prix, my Sportster...no they are far more than that. They may not have loved me back, but they were there for me when things got rough and they were things that helped me get through the dark times when things looked their worst. There will come a time when I need to part ways with them, but that day should come on my terms, at my choosing, not someone elses.

So I get it...and I understand if this is the kind of attachment the OP had to his bike. No, it's not like loosing a dog, or a friend, or a family member...but it is similar to some of us. Maybe we are wierd for looking at it that way, but I don't care. It's who I am.

 

One of the downsides of internet forum posting is that you can't always capture context that would come with voice inflections and body language. So I can't tell with 100% certainty that you didn't intend this post to be funny-but I'm afraid indeed you did not.

Do you see the irony, admonishing people you saw as hating in one breath, then calling them gay in the next?

Aw heck, never mind...

 

as in fighting evil with evil?
no, if I was doing that you would definatley know

 

I couldn't care less about any animal but I would be pissed and hurt if something happened to my bike. I would sell it in a second though if I needed the money for my grand daughters.

 

You guys are a hoot. Anyways I dont have the cash to buy the bike back and I wont get enough back from my claim to pay off the loan and buy the bike back. And Its not about whining or that I will not eventually get another bike I love but it sucks right now. I was denied credit today for another one so I will have to wait.

Also to clarify I value my family and friends and pets more than my bike but like some one said on here my bike has become an extension of me.

And my condolances to the guy who lost his buddy, one of our groups ol lady passed the day before I wrecked. Sucks.

Thanks for the chuckles guys. It will all work out.