Sunday, May 18, 2008

Hah!

Read 'Em and Weep from Sidney,

That's right, folks, my crazy green bike dreams have finally been realized (no thanks to you non-house buying people).

It's easily the coolest bike in the world. Here's what it looked like immediately off the trailer:



Naturally, I couldn't just leave it completely stock, so here's what it looks like now:



I realize that most of you are really jealous and even a little angry. I completely understand - I'd feel the same way myself if I were you. In the meantime, feel free to download a copy of these images for yourself. That way, you'll be one step closer to greatness.

BTW, the bike rides like a dream. It's so much nicer than the old bike that it's almost embarrassing. Embarrassing because I nearly bought this exact bike (just not green) back in '03. But, since the dealer wouldn't haggle with me, I decided to buy a different bike from a different dealer. I sure showed them!

So, for the last 5 years, I've been riding a bike that was my second choice. But now, I've finally come into my own, riding the bike I've wanted all along. Yay me!

All I need now are some highway pegs and possibly different pipes. The pipes in the picture in my May 07 post look really cool (and are probably really loud). I might go with those if they're not too ridiculously expensive. For now, I'm pretty darn content.

I'm thinking about selling my little car since I doubt I'll be driving anything other than my bike from now on - unless of course, there's a bad snow storm or something.

On a side note, you should see the killer sunburn I got on the poker run I rode this weekend. I had everything planned out except the sunscreen. Ah, c'est la vie.

P.S. I love my new bike.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Motorcycle, WTF??

Happy belated Cinco De Mayo!

Well, it looks like the crazy green motorcycle project of 08 is back in the works. If your memory is really poor, here's another picture to jog your recollection:



As it turns out, the bike of my dreams was in Boulder, CO. all along. Who knew? Certainly not that dumbass in Cheyenne who wanted to sell me that second rate purple bastard.

So, now it's just a matter of time to get the bike transported up to Scottsbluff (about 60 miles away) so that they can modify the handlebars and install a windscreen.

I'm kind of hoping they could have it finished this weekend, but I'm not holding my breath. If I've learned nothing else when it comes to this motorcycle hunt of mine, it's this: Don't get your damn, useless hopes up.

Therefore, I'm not getting excited until I get my hot, little, sexy hands on it. If I do, you'll be the, well, like 8th, 9th and or 10th to know. So, watch this space... either intense jubilation, or pitying despair... you be the judge.