I’m on the same page with this bike now. I love it. It’s not a street glide, its not a softail. Its in between.
It’s time to take it touring. Work says I can’t, my soul is pulling me for a weekend ride. She’s rounding out, slowly but surely. It’s been a bit of an adjustment from what i’m used to riding. The street glide had bigger saddlebags. Had a faring, but I couldn’t take it off. She had a stereo and now I’ve got an ipod in my pocket and headphones in my ears. The street glide had a different soul, but this bike has a different soul as well.
It’s like getting a new pup. When you get a dog they’re all wild and do just about the same things… but you learn soon enough, because they grow into dogs pretty fast…. who they are. Thats a lame and dumb analogy, but I think it fits bikes. I can say that this dawg wants the same thing as my other dawg did. It want’s to run, and the experiences I take it to are what makes it what they are.
I sold the tour pak on my street glide on ebay and got her some accessories. Maybe to make her my own, maybe to round out what she already had. The floorboards where glaring at me. I got em cheap and used, but they shine like they came stock. The paint job on this bike I’m not sure I’ve fully appreciated yet. I see it, and I’m growing to appreciate how good it looks.
Rebuilding your life is a constant adjustment. From what you had, to what you have and what you are working toward. I have nothing to bitch about. My main things are intact. My wife is beautiful to me, and my kids are healthy and building their own lives. it’s what every man pictures early on. They’ve all rebuilt too, and more than likely faster than I have. What I see is all good. I’m pretty happy theyve stuck with me. Sure, I’d have moved on regardless, and been fine. I always think of the line from a movie I hate: meet joe black: there was a fumbling idiot in there somewhere, I forget the story because I’ve only seen it once. A guy who was referencing his wife and said “she’s seen the worst in me and it’s okay”. yeah, well…. any man who lives exposes his worst, and any woman who can’t stick with him for that isn’t worth taking care of. Even so, I get it’s a rare thing these days. The fact my woman has, makes me love her more.
What the fuck. It’s pretty early in the morning to be waxing all lovey dovey. Shit and damn and piss and fuck and hell.
here’s the pictures of my bike as of yesterday after work. Yah, i love this bike.
That is one of the sharpest Road Kings I have ever seen. Beautiful paint job and chrome !