Rembrandt
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Peterborough, Ontario, Canada
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I'm 47 and have been riding motorcycles since I was eighteen. My first bike was a Suzuki 250 twin, two stroke, kick start, six speed. It felt like a heavy, big bike to a five foot eight, 160 pound kid and although from what I've learned online in recent years, the speedo was likely off, it showed to top out at 110 miles an hour. My first bike happened out of necessity. I couldn't afford a car or it's crazy insurance. I've owned two small Yamaha 250 single cylinder Exciters, ridden a number of friend and family's bikes...my brother's 500 Yamaha Virago for one summer in the eighties. There's nothing like a bike...no way to describe it. Those who don't ride can't get it. I left home at seventeen and have worked like an Egyptian slave since the age of ten. Most of us here are no strangers to work, but my first wife left me after three kids. I've worked two jobs, many times for weeks and months at a stretch with long hours and no days off only to still slide further into debt for, sadly but quite frankly, children and an ex who don't really appreciate my effort. My current spouse and I have an eleven year old son who I'm very close with. I'll stop soon; I promise. Usually when people say, "I'm doing such and such for me; sometimes something has to be for me", I want to slap them...hard. Sounds cliché and self-serving, but for me it's been too true. I haven't been on a bike in years. I've been tired and down. I reflected on the only time I've truly been happy--on a motorcycle. Last May I bought my 06 S40. I've put almost nine thousand miles on this bike. Tonight I just returned from a 120 mile ride through the beautiful towns and villages around Peterborough, Ontario, Canada...ran through Port Hope...the town where Farley Mowat lived most of his life. He just died yesterday...famous author. I ran on to Cobourg and Grafton and Colborne and Brighton and Codrington and Warkworth and Hastings and Westwood and finally home to Peterborough. Google these places if you like a frame of reference. I almost got caught in the rain...angry clouds spitting on my face because I have to ride with an open face helmet. Some riders mock my little ride. This forum, this site is great, but too tame for my liking sometimes. Right now I'd like to really share what I would like to say to the mockers of my little powerful ride, but I won't. I am old and too tired to fall out of line. I have no radio on my bike, but Meatloaf's "Bat out of Hell" plays often in my mind. Have a good night all.
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