I ride my bike because she is part of me! It was just a matter of time until we found each other!!
In 1974, I was a starving student, working 2 jobs and didn't have 2 dimes to rub together. I did have a 69/70/71 Yamaha 650 (? I think??) that was a good bike, but not a "looker". And one day I saw a beautiful, shiny, sexy sounding 4 cylinder bike on the road coming at me, and I just KNEW that someday, somehow, I was going to have me one of those!! You know how you promise yourself things "when I can afford them, when I have a garage, when I'm rich, etc. etc. etc." Well, this bike was a promise to me from myself.
Fast foward 30 years - 3 kids, at least 10 moves, and a constant niggling desire to "find one of those 4 cylinder bikes". So when the last kid left for college, I announced that I was getting a bike "sometime" soon. Note I didn't ASK, I simply said, "I've done my job, the kids are raised, I want a TOY for me!!!"
My Dear Hubby, who does NOT ride "those terrifying machines" said: "OK."
So for the next year I lurked on e-bay, watched the classifieds and waited for that ONE bike that was made for me. One day, in 2003, I noticed a photo of a lovely orange dream...with 4 cylinders FOR SALE at a building that I seldom visited. I took the phone number, and called, and found that the owner of this bike was 67 and declaring himself ''too old to drive anymore" and was looking for "someone who will love this bike like I have for the past 29 years." We hit it off fine, and a few weeks later I got to drive my orange dream bike. She had less than 15,500 miles on her, I was on absolute tippy toes and it was love at first sight. About 4 weeks later, just before my 55th b-day, DH said, "soooo I guess you need that bike, huh?"
And so, we brought her home in January of 2004. I like to think the 67 year old previous owner was just keeping her until I could find her!
When I put her in my garage, I had a sign "Bronco Fan Parking ONLY" and so I tucked her into a corner of the garage and named her "Bronco Bike" and she's been the apple of my eye since.
And I love to park her anyplace, and come out to find people walking around her, shaking their heads and saying to me " Gosh, that reminds me of my_______ (first bike, 350, 750, 550) I had when....." immediately I've met a new friend!!
This bike is a rolling reminder of me, 30 years ago, and now I've given myself that part of me that makes me complete!
Linda