Today I did something that I never in my wildest dreams thought I would do: put MY license plate on MY motorcycle.
It's mine. My name will be on the title when it comes.
What an odd thought: I will one day be a biker. I know better than to think I am now. Not enough miles or hours spent in the saddle. There are stickers and T-shirts that say "$15,000 and a weekend don't make you a biker." There is a lot of truth to that statement.
You've got to get to the point where some things are automatic and require no thought. I'm not there, yet. I'm thinking about EVERYTHING: how far from that stop sign should I start breaking and downshifting? ... what gear should be in to go around this corner? ... I need to remember to cancel my turn signal a bit sooner after the turn.
It surprises me that things I don't think about in my car (which is a 6 speed) require so much thought on the bike. You even think about the road itself: is that a pot hole or just a dark patch? ... is that sand on the outside of that turn? ... watch out for that dead armadillo on this side of the yellow line. The thought process is incredible.
But I really, really like it.
And don't they look nice together?
Humorous note: when we called to add my Honda to Mr. H's Geico policy, they asked if I would be riding his Honda. He laughed and said there was no way, since I couldn't stand that bike up nor touch the ground while sitting on it. True! That's why I have my own.