Hell on Wheels
Well, I think I almost have all the gear for being a mid-life crisis motorcyclist jerk ruining the scene for the people keeping it real. Sari kindly loaned me her jacket because mine is in a box somewhere on its way from the Vanson factory. And I had to order pink gloves and a chrome visor so I can recreate any “failure to communicate” scenes. (now I’m going to get Google hits from from people typing in “Failure to Communicate” - it’s from the movie Cool Hand Luke. The scene from that movie Dylan would probably prefer that I recreate is the car wash scene - you know it… Sometimes he mumbles “Lucy” in his sleep, and I don’t think he’s talking about Ms. Ball.
Anyways, I take the course parts of the Basic Rider Course this weekend, and will be slowly inching my way around on the aforementioned Kawasaki for awhile until I have the confidence to upgrade. Isn’t this bike gorgeous? It makes me a little woozy. I’m afraid this is a little too rich for my blood, plus too much bike for me. It’s an Agusta Brutale 910.
