He sold his pickup, and was looking for it's replacement, a four wheeled replacement that is. There were several options to be viewed up in Portland then after that a visit to one of the motorcycle stores to do a little shopping. I wanted try out some jackets - the never ending quest for the perfect jacket.
We should have known it was a mistake to even point the car in the direction of Portland. We knew there was a bike up there, exactly what he was looking for. The whole auto shopping thing was just a ruse, a deception. We were really there to look at bikes. We were only fooling ourselves.
I went to the apparel department, father and son went to the showroom. The bike of his dreams:
2006 Yamaha V-star 1100...with ape hangers
Later when I joined them I found my own Yamaha...don't laugh...a tw200. It was cute, it was short, and it made me smile as soon as I pulled her up off the sidestand.
Yamaha TW200It's the first dirt/dual bike (or whatever it is) I've sat on where my feet reach the ground. Puppy love! Later I looked it up online and found it gets no respect beyond a "learner" bike, and a "spare" for when company comes along for a ride. Whatever, I was charmed.
Okay back to the real subject, After checking the showroom offerings I returned to jackets and gear. That's where my son found me some time later. It started with, "would it be stupid to buy a bike..." and went downhill from there. We went to lunch to ruminate over our options away from the passion and heat of the moment. Dealerships are dangerous places.
We formulated a plan and returned to the dealership. I went to look at more jackets. Can you tell I don't like the business end of bike shopping? I looked at jackets, I looked at bikes. I looked at jetskis. I looked at quads. Peeked into the showroom...they're still at the bargaining table. I took another lap around the shop.
TU250I sat on a V-Strom: still too tall. Sat on a sportster, the bike that started it for me....meh. I'm just not a Harley gal. I sat on an FJR...which couldn't be budged from the sidestand. I left the Hayabusa well enough alone, it looked like trouble standing still. Made Ron try a BMW when he had a few minutes away from the wheelin' and dealin'.
I found a Symba. Fun!!
The test ride was at hand....off he goes.
Ape hangers! Where did I go wrong??
Yeah, he likes it. SOLD!
An hour or two later after all the paperwork is done, they lend us a helmet, and Ron picks out some gloves. He grabs every spare layer that is in the car or on us and rode the new bike to Salem. From Salem Chris took it on home via the backroads.
I don't like driving while my loved ones ride. I'm fretful when I ride with them, especially my children, but riding distracts me somewhat. Driving in the car is not distracting, and I fret and fuss all the way home. I'm good, I keep it too myself...most of the time.