Since this summer I have been contemplating buying a motorcycle.
Mainly because it would save me money on gasoline, but I also wanted one because I thought it would be cool and fun to be able to ride down the road with the wind flowing through what little hair remains on my head.
I’ve been looking for the right bike for the right price, and I finally found it Saturday.
I bought a 1982 Honda CX500 from my neighbor.
I haven’t had the chance to ride it yet, but I can’t wait to take it out for a spin.
Once I get a new battery slapped into it, I’m going to be tearing down the highway picking up all the chicks . . . at least that’s how I picture it.
The more plausible scenario, though, is me being in a full-body cast after my first encounter with a tree.
Some members of my family are undoubtedly worried about my safety, but I assured them I would wear my helmet as long as the winter weather persisted.
Of course, some family members think I should wear a helmet all the time, but that’s another story.
One of my uncles suggested I practice riding my new hog in a field with several round bale of hay in it so I will have softer things to crash into.
He might be onto something.
I do anticipate wrecking a couple times as I learn to properly ride my motorcycle, but I think it will all be worth it.
Every time I end up with a face full of gravel or grass, I will have learned something, so by the time warmer weather hits, I will be equipped with the proper knowledge to ride like a champion.
My dad worries about my balance while riding, and I too am a bit concerned, especially considering the weight of the two-wheeled vehicle.
After I first bought the bike, I pushed it over to my house and was quite surprised by the heftiness of it, which I voiced to my dad.
He just kind of shook his head and suggested I keep my cell phone handy so when I ended up trapped beneath it I could call for help.
He’s always a helpful one.
But maybe he’s right.
I am getting a little soft around my middle, which I blame on holiday and family events that involve mass quantities of food.
Perhaps having a motorcycle will help me get into shape because I will want to be outside more do things that involve me riding my bike, and that will translate into eating less crap food that’s so accessible while I sit at home in my recliner.
Really I will have to slim down anyway if I want to ride my motorcycle without a shirt on like all the cool people do.
I mean, how else am I going to pick up those chicks?
