Motards,circus bears and the int. cycle show
I could not wait for the International motorcycle show in Greenville SC. I salivated all week at work thinking about it. The motards have seemed to have captured my imagination. I was really looking foward to seeing the Aprilia Dursodoro.
So the big day arrives and the pretty one and I head for the show. We arrived around 11am Saturday. There was quite few folks in line to get in. I was stoked.
I started looking for the Aprilia Dursodoro. I managed to find it at the back of the B(ike) M(ade) W(rong display. Why on earth would you put a beautiful Italian behind the BMW's?
I stood back and checked the bike out as the pretty one looked on. So she says sit on it, you know you want to. Then she says I'll take a picture. So I throw a leg over it and it feels right. Nice height good bar placement and I'm thinking, SHORT LIST. She snaps the pic.and the sales rep says,well what do you think. I said I love it. Then the pretty one shows me the pic with a sly smile on her face. I took a look, son of a....... I looked like a freaking circus bear on a bicycle. With a tear in my eye ,I crossed it off my short list.
Undeterred I headed to the KTM display. Their motards are tall I figured I would fit pretty good. I threw a leg over and the seat disappeared between my man glutes. It felt like a power wedgy. Holy crap! The short list keeps getting shorter.
So, I think Ducati. We walked into the Ducati display I saw the Motard and heard angels singing. Just beautiful, red, white and green. I threw a leg over it and the seat felt good. Momma took the pic and showed it to me. So now I'm really depressed I don't even fit on a bike I can't afford.
After all that, Momma took me by the Victory display to play poser for the camera. I sat on the Hammer and it fit. The only bike I fit on and you must assume the gyno exam position to ride it, butt low feet high and wide.
Well I think the pretty one saw I was pretty bummed and took me out for a nice Italian meal. The food was great, I fit in the booth and I could afford it. The day wasn't so bad after all.
It just figures, now that I am old and wise enough to stop and smell the roses, I would lose my sense of smell.