She's back! All shiny and new and waiting to for our next adventure!
I am sure all of you know what it's like to lose something. In my life I do my best not to get too terribly attached to material goods, but when they hold the capacity for freedom, adventure and excitement, I just can't help myself. When the loss isn't even your fault, it's all the more painful.
Three and a half months ago, after an incredibly long day at work I began thinking about my weekend, closed the shop and was looking forward to my ride home. Not quite. When I turned the corner I was heartbroken to find my motorcycle laying on it's side after being dropped and dragged by a car. No note, no witness, no ride home. Considering my GS weighs in at a about 400lbs, I did my best to hold it together and get her up off the ground. (She's much thinner than my last bike which was over 525!) Luckily a nice gentleman stopped to ask if I needed some help. I hid my tears of frustration, forced a smile through my anger and thanked him profusely. I thought at that point, I would be on my way. Nope. She started right up, so I was hopeful, I just wanted to get home to cure what ailed me with a much needed martini. The steering was totally jammed. In the locked position I struggled with re-parking. Imagine the front wheel of a bicycle locked far right and how hard it would be to go in a straight line. I am sure, all geared up and even more frustrated at this point, I looked like an idiot practically going around in circles in the middle of the street. It wasn't working. I called Mr. K to come be my knight in shining armor and rescue me. Without skipping a beat, he said he would take a break from work, come pick me up, take me home and we would take care of it in the morning. Although I would hardly call this a crisis (a little perspective is always key) it reminded me how great he is when one rears it's head. The next day the tow truck picked up my bike, we said our goodbyes, he strapped her in and took her to the shop. The repair time would turn out to be the longest "dry spell" of being a motorcyclist I've had since I started riding 12 years ago.
Then, I got the call. Summer was basically over and all of our plans for moto trips canceled. She had been in the shop since the first week of June and now it was mid-September. The good news is I had full coverage and my deductible was lowered because of the ridiculous wait, the shop gave me a discount and shaved off some of my maintenance costs. The really great news is that she's back, up and running and thrilled to head on out on the open road!
Where should we go next? Lake Tahoe? Death Valley? Point Reyes? How about all three. I'll keep you posted.