Once again I have found a new fixation: buying a motorcycle. Ever since I purchased Spandy I've been experiencing intermittent feelings of bad-ass and total wimp. I walk around carrying this full-faced helmet which misleads people into believing I ride a motorcycle. Tricked you. I ride a scooter. While Spandy is ridiculously fun to ride, she tends to be too slow and makes me feel like a (cute) pansy.
This comes to the part where I decided I need (read: want) a motorcycle. I came to this conclusion when I was minding my own business walking to the school of social work office on campus. Since purchasing Spandy I've become a dirty old man, eyeing every motorcycle in sight and sizing up their specs (which are purely aesthetic as I've no understanding of much more...I leave that up to my friend Constantine). Last Thursday my eyes feasted upon the beauty that is the Honda CB360T. Turns out it belongs to a friend of Constantine, and check this, she's a chick. Yeaaahh. This lady is awesome.
See what I'm talking about?
My dad calls the other day and I tell him about my new found love for this motorcycle when he tells me he JUST SOLD HIS FOR FUCKING PENNIES. Sure, it was a real project bike but I figure if I'm going to be riding one I should know how to fix it. This, of course, broke my little excitable heart. His broke more.
These Honda CBs cost anywhere from $800 to $2000 on Craigslist. Before I spend such bills, I must determine if I indeed want a motorcycle or simply fancy myself a killer set of leathers.
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This comes to the part where I decided I need (read: want) a motorcycle. I came to this conclusion when I was minding my own business walking to the school of social work office on campus. Since purchasing Spandy I've become a dirty old man, eyeing every motorcycle in sight and sizing up their specs (which are purely aesthetic as I've no understanding of much more...I leave that up to my friend Constantine). Last Thursday my eyes feasted upon the beauty that is the Honda CB360T. Turns out it belongs to a friend of Constantine, and check this, she's a chick. Yeaaahh. This lady is awesome.
See what I'm talking about?
My dad calls the other day and I tell him about my new found love for this motorcycle when he tells me he JUST SOLD HIS FOR FUCKING PENNIES. Sure, it was a real project bike but I figure if I'm going to be riding one I should know how to fix it. This, of course, broke my little excitable heart. His broke more.
These Honda CBs cost anywhere from $800 to $2000 on Craigslist. Before I spend such bills, I must determine if I indeed want a motorcycle or simply fancy myself a killer set of leathers.
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