I realize now what the total experience of assimilating my mind, my body and my life around the Bob means now. As someone here so recently, simply and aptly stated while I was trying to come to grips with my level of inexperience: "...just focus on becoming one with the bike". Now I understand what that teacher meant as I have, indeed, become one with the bike over time. The bike people, (and for the benefit of other rookies) - takes on a life of it's own when you give in to it, shake off what you thought you knew, and surrender to it. Once you have "become one with the bike" (wish I had coined that idea), the transition from fear, to awe to comfort is somewhat of a re-birth. I've left the old me behind somewhere between fear and even terror - determination and patience. I've been anointed. I respect the bike - it respects and takes care of me in return.

You see up until now, I thought I had simply "bought a motorcycle" for fun and enjoyment. Now I know there's a lot more to it than that. We're a team. It waits for me where I keep it stored - quiet, powerful, silent and beautiful down to every detail. This is a love affair and few things in this life of mine match the sound and feel of the first push of the start switch on a given day, the whine of the starter followed by the explosive sound we all know. Forget napalm - give me the sound of a V-Twin's cold start in the morning. Gives ya a hard on doesn't it!? Yeah baby! I didn't buy the bike - the bike has bought ME - lock, stock and barrel.

When you find yourself patting your gas tank and talking to your bike, - thanking it for bringing you home again safely as I have after a long or exhilarating trip - you know you've arrived - or you're crazier n hell. Don't get me wrong, I don't worship the bike. I personally ask for protection from a high authority but somehow I can't help shake the thought that the bike is in on that too...

 

gotta love someone succumbing to their mid-life crisis!

 

Interesting.

 

Now THAT was damn funny.

 

"and that's all I have to say about that"

 

I hope you don't work in a job that requires a PI$$ test. Cause Man you need One. I mean starting and riding the bike is great. I love it. But If I ever actually got a Hard On when I started it I don't think I'd leave the garage. Either that Or I need to buy some really baggy pants. But even I f I did that I probably still wouldn't leave my garage.....

 

Let me guess, your girl just left you?

 

O-Tay.

 

I see I'm not the only comedian...