I stopped at the Woodburn Honda/Kawasaki store to inquire about the 4 wheeler that's keeping my dog, Trout, happy running through the fields. The wheeler isn't starting. Bums. The service department allows a view of the showroom...just enough to make you want to look more. Since I'm pondering a different bike I thought this time I'd check out the showroom.
I walk in and there are a sea of bikes, mostly big Hondas. But, tucked nicely in the middle is a pod of KLR's. They still had two 2009 bikes, brand spanking new for a price of $5k. They also had a green 2008 KLR in tip top shape, traded in by a 70ish year old man for around $3500. I spoke to the salesman who kept yawning through his speech. My mind was whirling as I inquired about where I'd plug in my heated vest or GPS. The poor salesman looked at me like I had three heads. I explained I've simply grown accustomed to the finer things in life (aka BMW) and wasn't really willing to lose all those luxuries.
It was around that time I realized BMW has spoiled me. Heated vest, secure metal bags, multiple trip counters, a fuel indicator light and an automatic switch over to the reserve. Not to mention a shaft drive which means never having to think about oiling a silly chain.
Surely there is life without a BMW, right?
In what alternative universe is that?