A funny thing happened to me two weeks ago while talking to my older cousin in south Texas. He tells me about his newest bike, a 2006 Stratoliner and that it is too big for him. (He is 5' 3" and his feet barely tough the ground when he stands up). He tells me he dropped the bike at a stop sign, his old legs just can't hold it. "So, come and get your bike when you can" he says.
I am leaving Virginia in the morning, stopping in Columbia, TN to say hi to an Uncle, then hit Woodville, TX Sunday evening. I'll sort the diagonal loading of the bike into my Chevy Colorado pickup, catch up all day Monday, and repeat the trip home starting Tuesday morning. I'm quite lucky that my Uncle is within a couple of miles of being exactly half way. And quite lucky that my cousin likes me well enough to give me his bike.
Now I'll have a spare bike while I do some deep cleaning on my Rocket and while Rusty, my XS, is awaiting his turn to be tore down and rebuilt.
There is a dent he says in the tank now and you can see the fog light stock is now broke. Otherwise, it runs well.
I am leaving Virginia in the morning, stopping in Columbia, TN to say hi to an Uncle, then hit Woodville, TX Sunday evening. I'll sort the diagonal loading of the bike into my Chevy Colorado pickup, catch up all day Monday, and repeat the trip home starting Tuesday morning. I'm quite lucky that my Uncle is within a couple of miles of being exactly half way. And quite lucky that my cousin likes me well enough to give me his bike.
Now I'll have a spare bike while I do some deep cleaning on my Rocket and while Rusty, my XS, is awaiting his turn to be tore down and rebuilt.
There is a dent he says in the tank now and you can see the fog light stock is now broke. Otherwise, it runs well.