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Back in my younger days, I used to date a few guys who had motorcycles.
On beautiful days, when the weather was good, we would load up on to a motorcycle and ride the country roads of North Atlanta, up in the mountains. I loved it!

Many years later, the thrill of riding never eluded me, and I ended up buying a motorcycle last summer. I was convinced me that while riding on the back might be fun, there was nothing like the experience of riding solo. I was right. I would venture to say that I looked at, and sat on a million different bikes, before I found a good deal on a used Vulcan 500 that was being sold by a woman rider who wanted to upgrade to a bigger bike. Her husband was the owner of a motorcycle shop, so the Vulcan was in pristine condition, and absolutely felt perfect for me!
With an impulse reaction,
I bought it!

Impulses, (or brief moments of insanity as I like to call them), override any sensible conscious thought patterns I might conceive and tend to make me do crazy things like…well…
buy a motorcycle for instance.

Case in point: I know it’s crazy…. I can’t decide on the blue shirt or the red shirt when I’m getting dressed in the morning….but a motorcycle?…

“Oh yes I’ll take it please. Does it come in purple”?

After riding the Vulcan for a summer, I couldn’t help but notice how heavy it was.

Let me reiterate.

After I dropped it two times in the garage, once at a stop sign, and once at River Street, without being able to even budge the darn thing back to an upright position, …

I couldn’t help but notice how heavy it was!

Four times my weight at least, and impossible to budge if it wasn’t in motion. I’m just not that big, and I felt like the bike was over powering me.

It’s a miracle the bike wasn’t broken into smithereens, but it survived every time, and when I sold it to another woman rider the following winter….it still looked great!

Spring is here, and now I’ve got the fever again.
This time another perfect deal presented itself on ebay that I couldn’t refuse.
A used bike from a female rider, also in pristine condition.

I made my bid, and left it up to fate if I would win.

Seems I’m the proud owner of a Honda Nighthawk 250 now. It’s a much smaller bike, with a much lighter curb weight and a seat height that is more accommodating of my long legs. I think it will have more of the same feel like the street legal dirt bikes we rode In Costa Rica, and those…. were a lot of fun!

I’ll take a picture of it once it’s been repainted some other color than it's current red.

Now I’ve got to get ready for work!
Have a great day!