So we rode down to the Triumph shop Saturday afternoon and found several Triumph Tiger Explorers in the showroom. This pretty blue one just happened to have a key in the ignition, I popped off the seat, set it on it's lowest setting so I could at least tippy toe it outside and thumbed the starter.
Ohhhh.... ahhhhhhhh. Pretty, shiny.... then my mind went into financial calculations while my CFO was giving me every excuse she could think of for me to get it. In the end I simply couldn't justify that much money for a bike, even if it is my main mode of transportation. I hefted the new Tiger back into the showroom and set her up on the centerstand. It weighs about the same as my 955 Tiger does and that's plenty heavy enough, maybe I'll stick with drooling over the Tiger 800 as it's $4k less and considerably lighter. Speaking of being light, while Chris from "Everyday Riding"
was here the other night he suggested buying a Yamaha WR250R to futz
around on and have fun. It is light, nimble and plenty powerful enough
to commute to work or run up into the woods for some serious adventure.
However, I have yet to find a used one on Craigslist within my price
range and under Chris' price point advisement, but I'm still looking.
We wandered about the showroom and sat on the Tiger 800, a much more manageable bike than the 1200cc Explorer although still a wee bit out of my price range. It actually fit Trobairitz quite well with her long inseam and she is warming up to the idea of buying a Tiger for herself.
But while we were both admiring the Tiger 800 something caught my eye, something shiny. Well hello good looking, how are you? Aren't you a beautiful little thing? Come on out, let's take a look at you...
The two of us hit it off quite well and before I knew it I was falling in love. I must resist, can I even do this? Am I ready for a scooter? We took a bit of a break, I had to walk away. We hopped on Lucy and ran some errands about town but it wasn't long before we were back and she called to me.
Yup, it wasn't long before we were flirting again and before I knew it I was wearing protection and ready to go.
She's a way back machine, transporting me to a time when life was simpler. I can't, I mustn't. She's just a two stroke temptress, a tease, I had to leave before I completely lost my composure and my cool.
She's a slow ride...
Take it easy...