Monday 14th June 2010
It seems very strange to be planning this year knowing I am going completely the opposite direction and will see very few familiar faces.
However, this year I have a new bike... I picked her up Saturday morning and rode around 130 miles as I tried to get used to her 1586cc engine and a 6 speed, sequential gearbox.
She is 18 months old (so not really brand new, but new to me) and Aly is already worried that I'll spend more time with the bike than I am with her. Hahahahaha.
It seems very strange to be planning this year knowing I am going completely the opposite direction and will see very few familiar faces.
However, this year I have a new bike... I picked her up Saturday morning and rode around 130 miles as I tried to get used to her 1586cc engine and a 6 speed, sequential gearbox.
She is 18 months old (so not really brand new, but new to me) and Aly is already worried that I'll spend more time with the bike than I am with her. Hahahahaha.
When I was very young I saw my first ever Harley Davidson (which, thinking of the styling, and my tender age, I remember as a Softail, but was either the FX, FXE, or the FXL Super Glide), and I have always said that one day I'd own one... The one in the picture is the 1972 FXL. I remember being six or seven and my parents getting me a motorcycle book for Christmas and being completely in awe of some of the bikes (some I loved, some I didn't) but whatever else came of it, when I saw my first real one, that was the bike for me.
Well they stopped making them for import to the UK in the summer of last year (so I was told by the dealership, and the 
last ones were shipped to England in September 2009 (so she is very rare) and it looked as though I'd never get one... until now. When I returned from my jaunt around Britain they had a blue and silver one in Dockgate 20, which was lovely and although I loved the bike, something was never quite right. I wanted black and I think it's the only appropriate colour for me. So I left it. And I regretted it, what joy I did...
last ones were shipped to England in September 2009 (so she is very rare) and it looked as though I'd never get one... until now. When I returned from my jaunt around Britain they had a blue and silver one in Dockgate 20, which was lovely and although I loved the bike, something was never quite right. I wanted black and I think it's the only appropriate colour for me. So I left it. And I regretted it, what joy I did...We (Aly and I) sat down for a late breakfast on Saturday morning, as I looked through the paperwork and named her. I don't do it with all the bikes, but those I have a relationship with I do (you can see why Aly is a little worried).
So, hoping I have splet it correctly, I have named her Khayl Rosa. Khayl from the Arabic horse, for she shows pride and arrogance. And, Rosa, from the Germanic/Gaelic: the Protector (the war horse of legend).
Please introduce my bike, my mistress :0)
Khayl Rosa
Please introduce my bike, my mistress :0)
Khayl Rosa
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