Motorcycle memories..........

I was reading my friend Aunt Jackie's page today and it spurred some memories that chuckled me..... That image to your left is damn near a dead ringer for my old bike, a Kawasaki 750LTD. Rice burner you say?? Fuck you!!...Fonsi bike you say?? Perhaps...but again Fuck you! :) While it's true that Harley may be one of the sexiest names in Bikedom, this puppy was no slouch in any sense of the word, I'd have put her up against almost anything on the road when she was in tune...:) Having said this.....she was not entirely without it's problems. I was little to short for this beast to be honest. I could mount her and get her upright just fine, but always struggled getting my foot down at a dead stop without leaning too far. This coupled with the fact that she was a heavy bike......well you can imagine just how cool I looked at times...:) One summer day I was cruising and knew a gal I used to go to high school with was working at this gas station down the road. I stopped to get some gas and say howdy...ok, I stopped because she had huge boobs and wanted to flirt....and I needed gas....I digress.. Anywho...I come to a stop, drop my leg in time and get her upright where I need.....pretty proud I pop open the gas tank and dismount....(you can see where this going perhaps?). I feel the wieght before I hear the crash...as an attendant runs out an helps pull the bike off me. *Mental note, always put the kickstand down BEFORE leaving the bike...... I paid for my gas and left without flirting.................. I was driving down country roads one day..just joy riding and clearing my mind. I don't know if any of you have noticed this, but there is this neat thing in the late spring when you are on 2 wheels at decent speed...the sound of tree frogs. When you are cruising, you are moving into the noise, and it's more intense....slow down, it backs off....I used to find it soothing......until... So I'm enjoying the country roads and open it up....drive through a swarm of bees. I was through them before I really understood what the hell happened, but all good right? I've a full face visor on.....didn't loose an eye....still doing 60.....whats that burning in my arm?? Yes friends.....face visor Zig was wearing a Tshirt and now had made ass to arm friends with a bee...who was desperatly trying to escape my forearm but could only flap in the wind. My first instinct at this moment is to chuckle...then notice the red dot around the stinger... 10 miles from home I keep glancing at my arm as the bee tries desperately to dislodge itself from my arm with or without it's stinger....which now no longer has a red dot around it...but a largish white welt surounding the red dot... Every mile or so I look down...my arm is starting to tingle....My arm looks tanner than before...and slightly bigger in general....bee still attatched. When I made it home, I was happy to be alive, and the bee was happy to die....fate is cruel at times I guess....lol A year or so later and with much sadness I mothballed her after the birth of my son. It seemed somewhat reasonable that I atleast try to stay alive till he got out of school. A few years later, I broke down and sold her...to an unworthy fucker....I regret that sale to this day. ***Lets raise a glass to her shall we? I still miss her...:)