She was manufactured in 1974. Back when motorcycles had banana seats and mirrors that made them look a little bit like grasshoppers. With the help of a friend in the “chase vehicle”, i rode her home from the shop today.
They got a giggle out of me yesterday when i called to enquire about the readiness of my little beater. “Tomorrow? Fan-damn-tastic! Momma needs her bike…”
This thing is so old it has a kick start. Nice that it’s got an electric start as well. When i told Joe at the shop that i needed to get comfortable with the kick start, he grinned. i said “a friend of mine met her husband kick starting an old Ducati” and he knew exactly what i meant. Something about “ass slappin’ on leather” that makes you smile….
Once i got over my jitters – by bopping around in the parking lot for awhile – it was into traffic. Other than some awkwardness where boots meet gear shift, it’s working out pretty well! Tonight, on another run with a friend, i even learned what it feels like to run out of gas.
It’s inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. “Mouse nuts”, as a friend of mine would say. But the feeling when i tucked in that little beater next to my Jeep tonight in the garage? Joy.
“Just wrap your legs ’round these velvet rims, and strap your hands ‘cross my engines!”