I bought two non-running old Honda dirt-bikes. One a 1976, the other is a 1979. Both are 250cc XR’s. Well, the 1979 is running but the clutch is lunched and the shocks are toast so I needed the older one for the parts to get it running properly.
“Sweetie, do you really need a motorbike? We don’t have a road.”
“It’s a dirt bike!”
“We don’t have dirt!”
She has a point. To get the eventually-running ’79 to a road or trail or even a bunch o’ dirt will first require fixing it and then putting it in a boat and transferring it up or down the coastline. Smidge awkward given that we live on remote island on an isolated, high (75 feet) granite slab on a 30 degree, irregular slope to the sea. Still, we brought it over from the other island with it’s buddy-bike and we got ’em up to the shop so it can be done. Mind you, we had 7 people engaged in the effort. So, it is gonna be some kind of a challenge if it’s going to be a regular thing.
“When it is all done, I can get it to a road and you can climb on the back in the traditional biker-chick position and then we’ll drive around the island and see it all from the vantage of a logging road.”
“I am not getting on that thing!”
“Why not? You have biker-chick genes. Certainly the attitude. Just think, really short shorts, torn jean-blouse, high kicky boots…maybe some ruby-red lipstick?”
“You’re nuts! I am not doing that. I do quilts now……and, anyway, I’d have to buy a nice new pair of kicky boots…….hmmmmm…..do all motorcycle helmets look so dorky?”
It may seem a little crazy. Or a lot crazy, I suppose. But, I have wanted to ‘drive’ the island and see it all and it is too big and heavily forested to wander. By the time you walk a few miles down the road, you have to turn around to make sure you can get back before dark. A motorbike is the answer to a lot of unasked questions.
“We’re just gonna have two old piles of junk under the house. I just know it!”
“I was planning on having only one. The parts bike. The other one would be functional.”
“Sweetie, you are barely functional and the last time you rode a motorbike, you drove it through a baseball backstop and nearly killed yourself! We’ll just have junk. You and the bikes all in a big heap of junk.”
“Well, at least you’ll have a new pair of kicky boots”.
Sal is always a little reluctant upon hearing of a new plan or adventure. It’s normal. In a year, she’ll be demanding her own 250 and we’ll form the first bike gang on the island. She’ll be the leader of the pack, of course. I may be spending a bit of time in a heap.
Hopefully not under the house.