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.
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.
