Well,
I didn't get the big rock I wanted for my birthday/anniversary. Nope. We pulled
into the garage after our 6-day, 1,600-mile romp through the high desert, and
there he was, waiting in the garage for me: a 2012 Honda CBR250R!
My first single. My
second bike. My third love.
Apparently I have a
penchant for love at first sight - and my instincts haven't let me down yet.
Numbers 1 and 2 are still in my life, and I think my new little love will be,
too.
I've had him in for his
first service (valves still nice and tight after 962 miles), I've buzzed around
town, hit a few back roads, and zipped down I65 to Louisville and back in one
afternoon. So far, he seems to do it all, although I am going to have to get
used to lower revs, easier parking, a reachable rev limiter, and more men stopping me to talk.
But I think I can live
with all of that. Besides, rocks are overrated.
