Father & son ride

 

My middle son currently lives in a condo without a garage, so for the
past year or so he's been keeping his Triumph Speed Triple at my
house.   For Christmas, I gave him all the bits and pieces (mostly
Triumph Thunderbird parts) needed to convert his Speed Triple to a
traditional single headlamp configuration, since he has inherited my
preference for that look rather than the stock, bug-eyed,
streetfighter, dual headlight arrangement,

Well, he has been so busy with his growing auto repair and
customization business this spring that he had not found time to make
the modifications to the bike, so two weekends ago I disassembled the
front end of the 955i and changed the fork oil, and then installed the
single headlight.  It took a bit more fiddling and customizing than I
recall it taking when I did it to my bike about eight or nine years
ago, but I finished it up, and - if I may say so myself - the bike
looks good!

This weekend, he came over, and we geared up and headed out for a very
short, but fun, ride.  He rode his Triumph and I rode my Monster, and
we headed out to the Great Falls backroads where both of us have
traditionally done our "shakedown" runs, whether on bikes or in
cars.

Taking it easy, I would check my mirrors  coming out of each corner,
verifying that he was still back there an d onthe proper cornering
line, very slowly increasing my speed, since he is not a year-round
rider any more, and presumably had some rust to knock off.  Sure
enough, each corner he would be a little closer in my mirror as we
exited, and after ten miles or so, I was riding at a comfortable
sporting pace, and he had very little catching up to do one each
straight, as we stitched the familiar corners together.  A couple of
times, I could even hear the distinctive grumble/throat-clearing/
shriek of the Triumph's triple, just behind me, as we rolled on at a
corner exit.

It's hard to beat a nice, modern, upright, unfaired, responsive
motorcycle for a short local backroad blast, and having your son with
you just makes the ride that much more fun.

Afterwards, we sat in the garage, shared a couple of beers, gazed at
the Triumph and the Monster, and just had one of those aimless,
meandering talks about cars, and bikes, and businesses, and family.

Funny, as I get older, I like spring better and better.   Fall has
been my favorite season for as long as I can remember, but I think I
can see spring taking the number one spot pretty soon.  Especially if
his bike remains in my garage and we get a couple of these mini-rides
in each April or May.

 


So, could you post a complete inventory of all the motorcycles that
you keep at
23456 Slimey Cove Court?

It would save bike thieves a lot of time and gas money if they didn't
have to cruise back alleys at midnight...

 

On May 2, 10:22 am, "Krusty Kritter"

2006 Harley Davidson FLHXI Street Glide
2006 Ducati S4Rs Testastretta Monster
2005 Ducati 800SS racebike
2003 Ducati 1000SS trackday bike
2003 Ducati 800SS racebike
2001 Ducati ST4
2000 Ducati 750SS
1999 Triumph 955i Speed Triple
1998 Yamaha YZ250 (another one of my son's bikes)
1967 Honda CL90  restoration project
(The Honda CB-1 didn't work out, and the 1977 Honda GL1000 Gold Wing
was sold to one of my best friends and is now undergoing a total
restoration.)

Would you like to know about the Royal Enfield at my brother's house,
or the Ducati 999 Superbike, Honda GL1500 Gold Wing, Harley FLHCUI
Ultra Classic, Honda XL650, at my friend George's house, or the Ducati
996SPS, Harley Electra Glide Classic, Ducati ST4S, and Honda CB400F at
my friend Tom's house?   How about the 1958 BSA Rocket and Harley
Electra Glide Classic at Dave's house?   Al has a couple of classic
airhead BMWs, John has a raft of 1960's single cylinder Italian bikes
along with a very pretty Europe-only Hinckley Triumph 750 Trident, and
Ron has a BMW K75 and used to have a classic Ducati bevel-drive 750GT
like mine.  Gene has two or three Ducatis and two Victorys, quite the
wide range of motorcycling interests there.


These bikes, my cars, trucks, and trailers,  and all their
predecessors have been garaged here for 28 years.  My neighbors have
lived next door for 25 years on one side and 30 years on the other.
There have been no break-ins, no thefts, no burglaries, in that
time.   In fact, last weekend I accidentally left my sunglasses, my
wallet, and my cell phone sitting out on the tonneau cover of my
truck, at the end of the driveway, all night long on Saturday, only
discovering them, untouched,  when I got up to go to church on Sunday
morning.

Too bad you live in such paralyzing fear, with no friends, no family
to ride with, and no love in your pathetic little existence.  No
wonder you are so filled with hatred and impotent rage.  Still,
there's hope even for you.  I pity you and pray that your miserable
lot in life will somehow, someday, improve.  It's not healthy to live
the way you do.

Well, gotta go.  Today I'm relocating my garage parts shelves to the
basement, and replacing them with a wall shelf for my helmets and a
closet rod for my riding gear.  Wow, that should be a fun project.
Afterwards, there's dinner with my lovely daughter!

 

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Tell that to your psychiatrist voluntarily, or tell it to a shrink
when  you prepare your insanity defense. Makes no never mind to me, as
I have no sociopathic pyschotic in this fight...

One other thing: have an endocrinologist test you for excess
testosterone.

Testosterone poisoning makes little dudes like you paranoid, yannow...

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