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.  

7 comments:

  1. Aww, sorry you're feeling bittersweet about Runkle's new journey. He's like a kid gone off to college.

    You took the hard step in letting him go. So i can only assume that somewhere in the back of your mind, something else is cooking. You've just got to get over this initial hurdle. Try beer. It helps.

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  2. Hey I've thought about wearing my helmet while driving the Fiat 500, you can do it in your VW.

    Sorry to hear about Runkle's sale, but it sounds like you are already thinking of something else to ride.

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  3. You wouldn't look odd at all with a helmet on in a VW. I wore mine around in the house while I vacuumed (of course no one could see me!)

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  4. So sad, very sad. Poor JLL.

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  5. Sorry to hear about Runkle! I'm sure his new owner will give him all the love in the world. Look at this as an exciting opportunity to find a new ride.

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  6. Very sad to hear about Runkle. I decide to wear my bell helmet to ride my R15 bike.

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  7. This is one of bike that I want to buy. Your post have many useful information to me. Thanks !

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