I used to swear that I'd never be a boring old c*&t behind the wheel like my old man (who was always different on a bike for some odd reason
) but since I had kids, the old responsibility gene seemed to kick in and I find myself driving more and more like the old man every day.
I've had fast cars (V8's, turbos) for years, and finally gave them up for a while when Gini and I downsized and came to Upper Hutt for the quiet life last year.
Tell you what, you really slow down going from a 260hp twin turbo Subaru Legacy GTB to a 110hp Nissan Pulsar stationwagon.
The bike more than makes up for it though. No car I ever had felt as good fullthrottle as the fizzer does wide open throttle in second gear.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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