With spring being almost gone I did something I haven’t done in 5 months. I went for a ride.
It all started with this and progressed into a deep depression of listlessness nothing seemed to be able to cure. I spent days sleeping, waking long enough to work. If I lost my job, my world would end, so at least I forced responsibility. The winter was cold. The bike needed a rebuild. I didn’t care.
Right about February I started taking the vitamin, B-complex, and its as if somebody flipped a switch in me. I started catching up on months of inadequacy. I finally put Cherry, the little red ninja that would (regardless of whether she could), up on the stands mid-March and started rebuilding her engine with a ferocious fervor. I learned a lot. I messed some things up. I fixed them. I fixed things I broke in the past. I put the last bolt in place at 00:30 this morning (Friday).
I pushed her outside and cranked the engine for a little while before she coughed to life. I let her take her time waking up, not only after a long slumber, but also, heart surgery. We sat there, just being. Once she seemed awake enough I clicked her into gear and with no haste what-so-ever, I moved out of the apartment complex, relishing every moment. It was like a dream.
See, I just got done riding the most powerful sport bike in the world, a Kawasaki ZX-14R, being a hooligan and an asshole on the road. Acceleration was mine to be used and abused as I pleased…. It was fun, but definitely more of a one night fling. I would feel so bad for the 14, never getting to see it’s fully potential as a daily driver. It really needs an AutoBahn on a daily basis. When I got on Cherry, my 250, a peep squeak comparatively, I felt the way I’m sure I will feel one day in a marriage. Happy and at home.
The way the gear shift snicked from gear to gear, the way she breathed, an ever so familiar voice. I could hear her heartbeat in that voice. I could feel it pulse through every fiber of my body. I knew exactly when to push which buttons to bring her closer to me. I cried. The wind swept my tears away. I was home. Wherever I was on this bike, is home. I’ve never felt like that before. Intense is such an inadequate term…