Jul 18, 2015

Runkle's long journey

Runkle snuck out of my driveway last week with a stranger twisting the throttle and my loaned out BMW jacket amid the stranger's back.  It was such bittersweetness (is that a word), that I nearly cried.  I love(d) that bike.  I longed to ride far, far away, swerve in and out of lanes, camp with vista views and meet people on the road as I pushed more gasoline into the tank and prepared for the next section of my journey.  Alas, the thought of such adventures was always just a thought while poor Runkle simmered in the garage with a nylon cover protecting him from the sun.   Oh how Runkle wanted to feel the sun, to surge forward on a lonely road.   Now he can.  And he will.

Since I sold the bike, the money has been burning a hole in my purse but it is as if the money is tainted.  Runkle money.  I miss him so much.  I see motorcycles zooming past me on the interstate and I feel the sting of loneliness.  My head turns at even the sight of a Harley.  I know, I should be ashamed.  I am.  How could I miss something that I didn't even appreciate?  Something that I ignored and treated like crap and didn't even consider before I jumped into my car to drive to the store?  This is probably the closest I'll ever come to feeling like I was married.  (Oh, stop it, that was funny)

I called Geico and notified them of the sale.  It was quite difficult.  More so because as some young punk  (Ok, an awesome kid named Kendrick) is always teasing me, I say the word "motorcycle" wrong.  Try getting through the automated system when the computer doesn't understand what you are saying.  Apparently I say, "modorcycle", which to me sounds like moTORcycle, but whatever.  Sure, pick on the single chubby blonde chick with the speech impediment.  I probably say a lot of things wrong.  I even stuttered once at work the other day.  For no reason at all.  I'm sure it's because of my intense sadness over the loss of my Runkle.  I hope I'll be okay.

Like every good formerly married person...I mean, former modorcycle (motorcycle) rider, I'm sure I'll be fine once I replace Runkle.  OOOh the decisions.  What to get?  When?  Where?  I'm convinced that if I just get a BMW800GS I'll want to ride it all the time.  OMG, having a modorcycle IS just like being married.  But guess what?  It's cheaper.  And more fun.  And I miss it already.
I need to go organize all my riding gear.  I need to put my helmet on and listen to my headset pumping music into my head.  Wonder how awkward that would look if I run to the grocery store in my VW beetle.   It would be safe though.  Very safe.

Ok, I need a new ride.  In the meantime, I'll fill my days with BBQ, Trout, and maybe I should take this opportunity to clean the garage.  Crap.  If I still had Runkle I could ride and forget all that stuff.  Geeeeeeeeez.  

Be safe.  

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