Zortak
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to me it looks like a machine, and has a raw allure, you see the parts. Not as common a bike as say a gixxer or cbr, which also adds to the mystique of owning one.
I came back home after 20 years, decided since the wife and i separated, the one thing she made me give up i missed was riding. It was time to get back into the saddle
went to the bike store with the intent of looking, cause ive been out of the mix for a while, liked the fz and thought maybe next spring. 2 weeks later the salesman gives me a call, his riding buddy has an 08 he needs to sell *marriage* the irony of it all simply made me smile as i told him i would pop by to have a look at it.
running to the large barn in the rain from the shop he flailed with keys to open the doors enough to let us into the stable. Bikes lined up along the edges in berths like horses. There in the darkness i spotted her, without prompting i walked over gently putting my hand on the tank, forming a bond between man and machine i had been missing for so long. *the salesman smiles, knowing he has me...that bastard how dare he do this to me.*
its not about image or how sexy the bike looks, its about making a connection, where something created struck a chord within my very being. ego and self are important to aid in confidence and all of that junk, but when i ride it borders on spiritual, all the shit in life washes away and there is just me and machine, on the open road...i dont give a damn what others think of my ride. Its what i think that matters. and i think i made the right choice for me, i hope you had the same fortune and see you down the road sometime.
I came back home after 20 years, decided since the wife and i separated, the one thing she made me give up i missed was riding. It was time to get back into the saddle
went to the bike store with the intent of looking, cause ive been out of the mix for a while, liked the fz and thought maybe next spring. 2 weeks later the salesman gives me a call, his riding buddy has an 08 he needs to sell *marriage* the irony of it all simply made me smile as i told him i would pop by to have a look at it.
running to the large barn in the rain from the shop he flailed with keys to open the doors enough to let us into the stable. Bikes lined up along the edges in berths like horses. There in the darkness i spotted her, without prompting i walked over gently putting my hand on the tank, forming a bond between man and machine i had been missing for so long. *the salesman smiles, knowing he has me...that bastard how dare he do this to me.*
its not about image or how sexy the bike looks, its about making a connection, where something created struck a chord within my very being. ego and self are important to aid in confidence and all of that junk, but when i ride it borders on spiritual, all the shit in life washes away and there is just me and machine, on the open road...i dont give a damn what others think of my ride. Its what i think that matters. and i think i made the right choice for me, i hope you had the same fortune and see you down the road sometime.