I can’t help myself. I instantly fall in love with the looks a bike before even riding it. The look, the sound, the feel. It’s interactive art. Then I ride it and enjoy the heck out of it. It makes me feel great. The warts are exposed and I’m compelled to make changes.
The quick and easy, exhaust, intake, flash/tune. When my kids’ piss me off, I rationalize spending their university fund on suspension, lighting, seat, luggage etc.
Just as it’s perfected, something else catches my eye and I’m off to the next. It’s my vice. It’s my disease. I love it and wouldn’t change it for the world.
Oh! And I enjoy doing most of the service and mods myself. Quality time in the garage, during rainy days or the off season.
While my wife sends me reels, I’m on market place and meta is feeding me links to things I never knew I needed for said bike of the week.
For easy and effortless, there is always the cage. No gear, no consideration needed for the weather. Practically drives itself in comfort.
The quick and easy, exhaust, intake, flash/tune. When my kids’ piss me off, I rationalize spending their university fund on suspension, lighting, seat, luggage etc.
Just as it’s perfected, something else catches my eye and I’m off to the next. It’s my vice. It’s my disease. I love it and wouldn’t change it for the world.
Oh! And I enjoy doing most of the service and mods myself. Quality time in the garage, during rainy days or the off season.
While my wife sends me reels, I’m on market place and meta is feeding me links to things I never knew I needed for said bike of the week.
For easy and effortless, there is always the cage. No gear, no consideration needed for the weather. Practically drives itself in comfort.
