I am nuts. I know that. Crazy because I have this passion for riding bikes.
It has become rather addictive now. I enjoy the Harley thoroughly.
I want more. So I went and got another bike. I had seen it late at night on the internet and drove to the dealer who was selling it the next day.
A couple of local men were standing at the counter as I walked in. I saw the Intruder in the show room straight away. What a dangerous looking beauty. I walked around, taking in every detail. So were the guys at the counter.
A woman, all by herself……???? They exchanged glances. What is she doing here…???
I ignored them while I adored the 1400 cc engine. It was in good nick.
When I asked if I could take her for a test drive the local jaws dropped simultaneously.
I took my helmet and jacket out of the car. In the meantime the shop owner had maneuvered the bike outside in front of the entrance.
Sitting down I realized just how big that bike was. And what a sound it had. It felt a very male thing to me. I can’t say why. Much more than my Sportster did.
I took off and felt a bit wobbly at first. The sound was fantastic. I soon came to the first roundabout. Some challenge that was!
That was the moment when I was sure.
I would take it. And why?
Because it was not an easy bike to ride and not at all a girlie one. That one would probably cause me a lot of trouble and nerves. I would fear every tight corner I had to master. And I would relish the challenge. I had to have it. A beautiful and loud piece of ultimate emancipation.
I parked her in front of the entrance and walked in, putting the key on the counter. The locals were still standing there, openly staring now and not even pretending, that they had anything to do in there anymore.
“”I take it.” I said and smiled. “I need another one.”