Hello blogizens, I assume you have not consumed too many
heavy metals since our last interaction. The biggest news I have right now
links nicely to my last post. I mentioned wanting a motorcycle, and lo and
behold, through the science of alchemy I converted a pile of cash into a Buell
Blast!
It is a 2006 Buell Blast in Battlefield Blue with 2984 miles
on it. I love it. I rode up and down my
dad’s cul-de-sac a few times this weekend (I’m not licensed, insured, or
inspected yet) and it is sufficiently fun and terrifying. The Vance & Hines
exhaust really makes some noise, louder than my dad’s 750cc Honda Shadow, which
is good because people will hear me if they don’t see me first.
The three great enemies of a motorcyclist, so far as I have
determined, are weather, cockiness, and everyone in a car.
Weather is pretty obvious; if it’s 10 below freezing, or
precipitating in any way, you’re gonna have a real crappy ride.
Cockiness is part of the reason I went with a 500cc over a
250. I've been told that you learn a 250 too quickly, get cocky, and then screw
yourself. A friend of a friend of mine had a Ninja 250 that he cornered too fast
and hit cinders or a storm drain or something. In short, bike went down and
took him with it. He now has a bigger bike, but respects it a bit more. A 500cc
should be enough to entertain and scare me for quite some time.
Cars. They’re big. They’re heavy. They are often driven by
oblivious morons. People don’t always recognize a bike in traffic, it just doesn't register that there’s a motor vehicle occupying that space and moving.
Also, that jackass who’s willing to cut you off when you’re in a car, isn't going to care about a much smaller bike. You’ll just make a dent and fall over
as he drives off.
Despite the likelihood of severe injury, I am really excited to get my permit renewed and start riding. Start off with short ice-cream trips with my dad or something and eventually move up to commuting to work. With all the miles I put on my Focus, this can provide some relief.
Expect more pictures of this as we go. In the meantime, I'm long overdue in hanging my Cuckoo clock. Where's my net....