To me a bike is always female. It may not always be a dame, maybe a womYn, maybe a chic, or even a girl. My bike is a Lady...
I'd had two other bikes in times past, my first ever was an old 77' KZ650.. I was 18, and so was she. Deffinately a chic. She puttered around, always seemed to spend my spare cash, and never really satisfied me. She had a name, but like so many girls I dated, it wasn't worth remembering.
Next came Suzi, which was a Suzuki... damn I'm original (hehe). She was a dame, never did much except nag and demand money.
Then last year, I got bit by the bike bug again. The wife and I "discussed" the finances, and I managed to get her to relent on the condition that "it had to run and couldn't cost more than $850". My wife thought this was a sure-fire way to kill my hopes of finding a bike, seeing as how I wanted at least 1000cc. She figured I'd never find a running bike for under $1200. Then it happened.
I got up one Saturday morning in June, a day like any other. I had to mow the lawn at some point, but other than that the day was open. Of all people my wife was actually browsing the local motorcycle classifieds, when we came accross an ad for an 81' XS1100 Midnight edition. I called up the guy, who informed me that this was the first day the ad had ran and that I was already the third caller (it being only 9:30am). So we got directions, and headed off to a semi-rural part of Kentucky. It took us a half an hour to get there, and we almost got lost twice trying to find the place.
We pulled up and the guy had her sitting out on his driveway. From a distance the lines and curves looked good, real good. When I finally got close enough for a good look though, she was fugly. The seat was torn, the exhaust had been repainted black WITH A BRUSH. The engine had been painted an aluminum color that was starting to flake. The side covers didn't match- one black without the insignia, the other medium blue with XS1100 Special on it. The tank was a dark blue, and had the worst homemade black flame-job I had ever seen. Its bars were small and had been tapped in 7 or so different and unreleated spots for what I would assume was a fairing (that was gone). The guy was honest enough- 45k miles, it was a daily driver, looked the same paint-wise (tank, sides, and exhaust) as when he bought it. He had it two years while he was saving up for the horizontaly opposed BMW bike he had recently bought which he showed off to me.
I didn't care though, I saw something in that bike... and it knew that I saw it.
I gave it a run up and down his street just for kicks, but my mind was already made. Once on that seat, engine purring under me, something just clicked. I knew this was my lady.
I parked it part in his driveway, and we talked some more. I gave him the $800 and shook his hand. About that time, his cell phone rang. Turns out that he had given directions to another guy as well this morning, in fact he had called a full half hour before I had. They guy was going to buy the bike, but he had gotten lost trying to find this the owner's house. The owner helped get him bearings over the phone and told him the bike was already sold.
That other guy who had gotten lost was only three blocks away when he called.
It gave me a weird feeling. Waking up to see the ad on its first day, the price being in line with what my wife thought was unlikely to ever happen, and that the guy who was supposed to have got there first got lost on his way. I may have named my 81' XS1100LH "Lady Luck", but I don't think I found her.
I think she found me.
-Pickman
I'd had two other bikes in times past, my first ever was an old 77' KZ650.. I was 18, and so was she. Deffinately a chic. She puttered around, always seemed to spend my spare cash, and never really satisfied me. She had a name, but like so many girls I dated, it wasn't worth remembering.
Next came Suzi, which was a Suzuki... damn I'm original (hehe). She was a dame, never did much except nag and demand money.
Then last year, I got bit by the bike bug again. The wife and I "discussed" the finances, and I managed to get her to relent on the condition that "it had to run and couldn't cost more than $850". My wife thought this was a sure-fire way to kill my hopes of finding a bike, seeing as how I wanted at least 1000cc. She figured I'd never find a running bike for under $1200. Then it happened.
I got up one Saturday morning in June, a day like any other. I had to mow the lawn at some point, but other than that the day was open. Of all people my wife was actually browsing the local motorcycle classifieds, when we came accross an ad for an 81' XS1100 Midnight edition. I called up the guy, who informed me that this was the first day the ad had ran and that I was already the third caller (it being only 9:30am). So we got directions, and headed off to a semi-rural part of Kentucky. It took us a half an hour to get there, and we almost got lost twice trying to find the place.
We pulled up and the guy had her sitting out on his driveway. From a distance the lines and curves looked good, real good. When I finally got close enough for a good look though, she was fugly. The seat was torn, the exhaust had been repainted black WITH A BRUSH. The engine had been painted an aluminum color that was starting to flake. The side covers didn't match- one black without the insignia, the other medium blue with XS1100 Special on it. The tank was a dark blue, and had the worst homemade black flame-job I had ever seen. Its bars were small and had been tapped in 7 or so different and unreleated spots for what I would assume was a fairing (that was gone). The guy was honest enough- 45k miles, it was a daily driver, looked the same paint-wise (tank, sides, and exhaust) as when he bought it. He had it two years while he was saving up for the horizontaly opposed BMW bike he had recently bought which he showed off to me.
I didn't care though, I saw something in that bike... and it knew that I saw it.
I gave it a run up and down his street just for kicks, but my mind was already made. Once on that seat, engine purring under me, something just clicked. I knew this was my lady.
I parked it part in his driveway, and we talked some more. I gave him the $800 and shook his hand. About that time, his cell phone rang. Turns out that he had given directions to another guy as well this morning, in fact he had called a full half hour before I had. They guy was going to buy the bike, but he had gotten lost trying to find this the owner's house. The owner helped get him bearings over the phone and told him the bike was already sold.
That other guy who had gotten lost was only three blocks away when he called.
It gave me a weird feeling. Waking up to see the ad on its first day, the price being in line with what my wife thought was unlikely to ever happen, and that the guy who was supposed to have got there first got lost on his way. I may have named my 81' XS1100LH "Lady Luck", but I don't think I found her.
I think she found me.
-Pickman
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