My wife controls pretty much most of the house. I don’t get much say on how its decorated, or really even get to pick any colors. Turns out, black with skulls and Harley logos isn’t ever a part of missus Zip’s Interior decoration plans.
But, the garage is different. I rule shit out here, and I have it set up as I please. Out here, I’m a god. I scheme, fix things and make life decisions. I have my road trophies on the wall; posters of things I enjoy. Some black, and some skulls. Its my fortress of solitude.
Today, I have way too much time on my hands for my own good, so I’m sitting out here in my makeshift desk, with my laptop in full admiration of my bike.
Much of the reason I moved to Arizona was to conquer the roads down here. There’s really not a road in Utah I haven’t ridden, but in Arizona the west and central part of the US is open to me. Time, is usually my problem.
My Bike is 20 years old. It still runs like a raped ape and has never let me down, but my plan is to get a new one. My wife and I make deals together; its just how we work. Our deal for the last year is to get her a house. If I do that, I can bring home a bike. I joke with her that I’m bringing home one the next day. I joke, but she pretty much knows I’m going to.
Bikes have always been a tricky thing. For the most part, I’ve had a motorcycle since I was 11 years old. In a solid and loving relationship, a bike can be a third wheel. She’s the love of my life; Im glad she has never made me choose. I think she knows I come home way happier than when I leave. I’m lucky that way.
With all this time on my hands, I’m sitting in my fortress of solitude mulling over the deeper questions of life: What bike am I going to get; and what is my next ride. This is weighty shit.
As far as the bike goes, I’ve pretty much ruled out the Indian. I like their bikes, but I’ve been a Harley guy and ironically, I can get the one I want cheaper. The only thing I’ll miss, is that electric windshield you can move up and down.
So I’m torn between getting the full on Electra Granny Glide, or another Street Glide. I like the Street Glide because it’s fucking bitchen looking, I like the Electra because it’s got everything you can want.
As far as rides; Long term: the entire state of Texas — Short term Douglas Arizona.
Shit, I’m rambling.
Just Random thoughts from the garage….