....Am I the only one who thinks of my motorcycle as a chunk of steel and aluminum that makes noise and puts the wind in my face, and takes me on adventures, the latter 2 bits being the parts I enjoy most? The actual bike is just a tool to me.
Sure, I
like my motorcycle, but I don't
love my motorcycle.
Some of y'all sound like you've crossed a line somewhere.
Memories aren't made in the garage. It's a pice of steel, not a Ming dynasty vase. Ride the damn thing, you can't take it to your grave with you, and no, a speck of rust won't turn it into a pile of dust and destroy it's resale value.
And while you're at it, stop worrying about resale value. Ride the damn bike.
Hallelujah! Holy ****! Where's the Tylenol?