The first motorcycle I ever owned hit the streets today without my butt firmly planted. It sounded good as it pulled out of the driveway and I was a bit sentimental. Then I turned around and as I gazed upon the HOG sitting in my garage all sentimentality slipped away into oblivion.
It was a good bike, the Honda, and it never gave me a day of trouble. It was the perfect first motorcycle being all Goldilocks: not too big and not too small, but just right. I've moved on and so has she to a new owner who is as thrilled with it as I am my Harley. He's a teacher who needs cheap, reliable transportation to commute outside the county every day. She shall serve him well – very well – and I am happy to see her go into good hands.
Farewell my darling. Hello, my new (and much hotter) baby!
It was a good bike, the Honda, and it never gave me a day of trouble. It was the perfect first motorcycle being all Goldilocks: not too big and not too small, but just right. I've moved on and so has she to a new owner who is as thrilled with it as I am my Harley. He's a teacher who needs cheap, reliable transportation to commute outside the county every day. She shall serve him well – very well – and I am happy to see her go into good hands.
Farewell my darling. Hello, my new (and much hotter) baby!
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I'm feeling the same way as I debate the possible sale of the stinger missile II. I'm really jonsing for the new Jetta TDI or possibly even a new WRX...decisions, decisions.
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