In June 2008, my good mate Chris and I were having a beer when he asked me if I thought I would ever get another bike. Without much thought I told him that I wouldn't, but it started me thinking.
A few days later I was driving along and thinking about how bikes had been so much a part of my very existence for so many years, and I thought, I'm earning good money, why not?
I wandered into the local bike shop intending to have a look at a nice touring bike, just something comfortable and in good nick. There, right in front of me was a near perfect Suzuki 1300, a Hayabusa. Now I'd heard of these, they are the fastest production motorcycle ever built. Not for me, I thinks, but it sure is pretty. Enter the salesman.... Take it for a test run says he. You're kidding thinks I. 12 years off bikes and he wants me to ride THIS! Well, I've never been known for common sense, so after borrowing some riding gear I very gingerley head out onto the road. Very gingerley! I take the long way around the block gaining in confidence all the while, but still treating the throttle like it was likely to explode (It actually was, but I didn't know by how much then).
I arrived back at the shop and after 10 seconds of haggling over the price, (mostly, I want it NOW) I signed the papers and the Busa was mine.
Now $3,000 later, it's just the way I like it to look and sound, and I'm alive again.
Sadly, my enjoyment was short lived, on Australia day, I was stopped waiting to turn left when a car hit the rear of the bike, making a mess of the back end and giving me a bruised spine. I'm recovering, but I won't find out about the bike for awhile. Might even give thought to giving up bikes after this.
Just couldn't stay away from them. Put part of the insurance money into an old Honda ST1100. Not too many clicks on the clock, in good condition for it's age, 19 years, and quite comfortable. Heaps cheaper to insure, and lots of room for luggage. Flew up to Queensland to collect it and rode back in torrential rain, but it was a good ride.