<title> My motorcycle and me – speedy adventure</title>

My motorcycle and me – speedy adventure

I am looking at my motorcycle. Not actuallyit’s parked a 10-minute walk away but in my mind, where it’s as clear as the memory of my childhood home. I see the speedometer, which has registered 100 miles per hour many times. I glance at the tachometer, taking note of the 7500-rpm mark, where acceleration becomes a giddy blur. I look down at the footpegsthree inches of rubber-covered metal that suspend my feet above the scrolling asphalt. Finally, I pull back to take in the whole picture: a simple yet refined machinemy Suzuki Katana GSX600F.


Suzuki Katana GSX600F:
2003 Suzuki Katana GSX600F

Before I acquired this heavenly ride last February, I lived in four-wheeled purgatory, getting around in a series of Chevrolets whose names, strangely enough, all began with the letter C: Chevette, Cavalier, Celebrity. They all had a practical appeal, beginning with the fact that, as familial hand-me-downs, they were free. But they also were safe, slow andin retrospectpathetically boring compared to my bike.

Suzuki GSXR750 and Suzuki GSX600F:
Suzuki GSXR750 and Suzuki GSX600F

These are the basics of riding a motorcycle. Quicker off the start than a Porsche or Ferrari, my bike is a rocket with wheels. As acceleration builds, recognizable shapes become linear blurs. It’s frightening. All that stuff blowing by, the potentially flesh-eating pavement flowing beneath me. If you ride a motorcycle, there’s a good chance that someday you will wipe out, but still, I live with the unwavering, irrational faith that I never will (Spock would never ride my motorbike). But why dwell on the danger? If I had a dime for every time I’ve been told to be carefulor had any inclination to heed such adviceI’d buy a Volvo.

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