of bikes and men…

… of mice and men? I’ve got to throw a literary reference in there every so often so it doesn’t seem like I’m TOO obsessed with culture-less amenities.

Anyway.
I’m reserved to the bike being totaled. it sucks, cause I love it, but I’ve already got 3 leads on replacements.
The crew I run with *flashes gang signs* is one of the best group of people I’ve come to know in the city. Caring, sympathetic, and energetic people who share my interests in motorcycles.

Two of them have bikes I might be interested for sale, theres a 3rd I haven’t heard back from yet, and then today I stopped by the parking garage around the corner from my house to talk to the manager. There’s a 98 VFR 800 sitting in the garage thats been there for over a year. The manager gave me some contact info for the owner, and I made the phone call. He’s a recent father, and his wife has insisted that he stop trying to kill him self ;) So, there it is. Sitting there, in this garage for over a year.

He was busy at work, and he’ll call me back later today, so… who knows?

It seems like a better deal then one I’m being offered that has 62k miles on it ;)
but we’ll have to see what comes of it.

I’m saddened by the loss of the first REAL bike I’ve really ever owned and cared about. Not to belittle my passion for the 76 360t I had over a year ago, but to be honest, it was on its death bed before I bought it ;)

Though to be honest, I’m more frustrated that some fuckwit decided it was a good idea to fuck with my bike in the way they did.
Senseless barbarism of things that aren’t yours, because what? the reptilian side of your brain decided it was a good idea to take it for your very own?

Some days I have a lot of faith in the human nature, other days, ugh.

More later.