KittenMeat
Wannabie Member
I had an SV650 from 2000. I got it from a great guy that became a friend later. It had a GSXR front end, I put a dual can renegade exhaust on it, dunlop Q3 tires. It was a blast to throw around the canyons, but I longed for something with a bit more power, and this was my third SV650.
Well, loa nd behold one day I went for a ride on the SV650, and it started to have cutting out electrical issues (found later to be a short in the harness where it rubbed on the tank.) plus some charging issues (new R/R helped a lot here)
I ended up parking it at a local triumph dealer that was near a train station so I could leave it and get home wtihout being stranded (it was strating to stall out and give problems firing back up)
I saw this gorgeous Tiger 800xc. I had jsut spent a lot of the day reading about it, and wanted one, but didn't know of any locally for sale in my price range.
This bike had full touring bags on it, and tons of stickers including one that said "Make Beer. Not war"
I'm a huge pacifist (I abhor violence, and think that it only brings more problems in my life. I made the decision to try and never speak or act out of anger again after going through some terrible life choices and surrounding myself with terrible people. I also enjoy brewing and drinking beer.)
I took it for a ride. I video'd the ride, too.
That was it. I was hooked. It was playful, even though I knew it was a heavy bike. It could loft the front wheel up, and absorb terrible roads without missing a beat.
I didn't plan to, but I took it home that day. I called my family just to make sure I wasn't going crazy.
See here's the thing: I've got a family history of mood disorders. I know I have issues. I had just gotten done trying a new medication/supplement that was supposed to help, the side effect was that it might induce a manic episode, even if you weren't bipolar.
it did.
I had no sleep, pressured speech: when I was awake I couldn't stop talking. I bought everything I saw on amazon (and then returned it, but still...) and was sort of helplessly watch myself acting the part of manic pixie dream boy stereotype. I wanted to dye my hair bright red (not good. I work in the medical field.) It was utterly exhausting. Never trust a drug rep.
I had been off it for months, but I still wasn't quite ready to trust my own judgement. I was really impulsive.
A few phone calls later, everyone pretty much agreed, although it was a bit random, my dad had a similar habit of bringing home new sports cars randomly, and I could afford it, and I had been talking about a new bike for months.
and that was it. We've been adventuring together since.
night rides helped me survive the harsh work hours and lack of sunlight through the winter. I have a hard time every year from november until february. It seems worse each and every year.
this is a place where I go to sit...think...reflect on what I'm doing with my life.
here's a spot where motorcyclists go to watch the sunset and chat since the 1960's
taking ownership. best decision i've made in a long time since meeting my partner
deal with it.
Well, loa nd behold one day I went for a ride on the SV650, and it started to have cutting out electrical issues (found later to be a short in the harness where it rubbed on the tank.) plus some charging issues (new R/R helped a lot here)
I ended up parking it at a local triumph dealer that was near a train station so I could leave it and get home wtihout being stranded (it was strating to stall out and give problems firing back up)
I saw this gorgeous Tiger 800xc. I had jsut spent a lot of the day reading about it, and wanted one, but didn't know of any locally for sale in my price range.
This bike had full touring bags on it, and tons of stickers including one that said "Make Beer. Not war"
I'm a huge pacifist (I abhor violence, and think that it only brings more problems in my life. I made the decision to try and never speak or act out of anger again after going through some terrible life choices and surrounding myself with terrible people. I also enjoy brewing and drinking beer.)
I took it for a ride. I video'd the ride, too.
That was it. I was hooked. It was playful, even though I knew it was a heavy bike. It could loft the front wheel up, and absorb terrible roads without missing a beat.
I didn't plan to, but I took it home that day. I called my family just to make sure I wasn't going crazy.
See here's the thing: I've got a family history of mood disorders. I know I have issues. I had just gotten done trying a new medication/supplement that was supposed to help, the side effect was that it might induce a manic episode, even if you weren't bipolar.
it did.
I had no sleep, pressured speech: when I was awake I couldn't stop talking. I bought everything I saw on amazon (and then returned it, but still...) and was sort of helplessly watch myself acting the part of manic pixie dream boy stereotype. I wanted to dye my hair bright red (not good. I work in the medical field.) It was utterly exhausting. Never trust a drug rep.
I had been off it for months, but I still wasn't quite ready to trust my own judgement. I was really impulsive.
A few phone calls later, everyone pretty much agreed, although it was a bit random, my dad had a similar habit of bringing home new sports cars randomly, and I could afford it, and I had been talking about a new bike for months.
and that was it. We've been adventuring together since.
night rides helped me survive the harsh work hours and lack of sunlight through the winter. I have a hard time every year from november until february. It seems worse each and every year.
this is a place where I go to sit...think...reflect on what I'm doing with my life.
here's a spot where motorcyclists go to watch the sunset and chat since the 1960's
taking ownership. best decision i've made in a long time since meeting my partner
deal with it.
