v65
ouch
We had one of those days that only somebody that has experienced winter can appreciate. After a week of brutal temps the sun was out and it was gorgeous, in a northern sense. 
We had a high in the 40's, which is t-shirt weather around here - there was a hint of spring in the air. To top it off, I am coming off from an extremely busy two months at work so there is a lot of stress coming off.
And that's where I made my mistake. I went to the local motorcycle shop. Normally I go there once a year to get my bike inspected, taking care of maintenance myself. But my dad was in town celebrating his 73rd b-day, and although he can't ride anymore he enjoys being around bikes. I have to say that for being in the middle of nowhere the local shop does have a nice collection of machines, including a little museum. I sure would like to try out the BSA they have on display!
We checked out some of the H-D's, the new 'Zooks (the B-King is ugly!, the 'Busa sweet but not my style, and the M-109 still has a honkin' set of meats on it), some dirtbikes, and a Strom. Dad spotted a Goldwing trike that looked good. Not really in his price range, but it's fun to talk about it. Who knows, maybe he will find a way to scrape the money together, with a little help from his boys, and we can get some more riding in.
As dad is talking to the sales guy I strolled around the shop some more. That's when it happened. Strolling by the scooters and the Stars, after the warrior, hanging out with an R6 and an R1 there is an '07 FJR. What the hell is that doing there?! I guess I've gotten used to walking past FBG in the garage, but the sight of the familiar lines in an unfamiliar setting stirred up some feelings that have been dormant during the cold months, I need to RIDE!
Well that's not going to happen for at least another month. So as a small compensation I came home and read a ride report in Rider magazine about West Virginia, planning a ride for next fall with the teenager helps some. The best part of the day is when my wife made my dad's (and mine) favorite dessert for his B-Day. I like pie, but I miss my FJR.
We had a high in the 40's, which is t-shirt weather around here - there was a hint of spring in the air. To top it off, I am coming off from an extremely busy two months at work so there is a lot of stress coming off.And that's where I made my mistake. I went to the local motorcycle shop. Normally I go there once a year to get my bike inspected, taking care of maintenance myself. But my dad was in town celebrating his 73rd b-day, and although he can't ride anymore he enjoys being around bikes. I have to say that for being in the middle of nowhere the local shop does have a nice collection of machines, including a little museum. I sure would like to try out the BSA they have on display!
We checked out some of the H-D's, the new 'Zooks (the B-King is ugly!, the 'Busa sweet but not my style, and the M-109 still has a honkin' set of meats on it), some dirtbikes, and a Strom. Dad spotted a Goldwing trike that looked good. Not really in his price range, but it's fun to talk about it. Who knows, maybe he will find a way to scrape the money together, with a little help from his boys, and we can get some more riding in.
As dad is talking to the sales guy I strolled around the shop some more. That's when it happened. Strolling by the scooters and the Stars, after the warrior, hanging out with an R6 and an R1 there is an '07 FJR.
What the hell is that doing there?! I guess I've gotten used to walking past FBG in the garage, but the sight of the familiar lines in an unfamiliar setting stirred up some feelings that have been dormant during the cold months, I need to RIDE!Well that's not going to happen for at least another month. So as a small compensation I came home and read a ride report in Rider magazine about West Virginia, planning a ride for next fall with the teenager helps some. The best part of the day is when my wife made my dad's (and mine) favorite dessert for his B-Day. I like pie, but I miss my FJR.
