Harley v R1

Well, the car got through its MOT without any problems. This was pleasing as there are certain feelings involved that remind me of leaving a child at school for an entrance exam. You walk away from the garage without the keys, having handed them over to the key custodian otherwise known as Chris, who will take your baby round for Phil to put a tube into its exhaust pipe. It's enough to bring tears to your eyes. I don't stay to watch, too painful. Just in case they criticise my baby. I'm like that with my children too. I am sure that over the years teachers have discussed my daughters amongst themselves, possibly critically, but I don't want to know what they said or are still saying, because it might be negative, and I don't think of them in a negative way. That said if I lost my car to theft or damage ( it would not be because of bad driving on my part-obviously ) I would get over it, but not if it were my daughters. They used to say that I loved my motorbike more than I loved them, and although I did like the bike very much, it wasn't true. My bike was washed and polished frequently, it was rarely taken out and never in the rain. I had a special suit I wore when getting on it, with special boots, helmet and gloves. I wore earplugs and had a special neck scarf, it was great fun going out on it. Actually if I thought about it, I was scared before I went out on it. All that power, all that speed, just a little bit of rubber between me and the road. Speed that was just there at the turn of a wrist, super car acceleration. Probably quicker than a super car. I had to not think about it and just do it, rely on my training and experience to get me past the next car, lorry or coach before the oncoming vehicle got close. Never had a problem, it was so fast it could do it all easily.
Why am I writing about that? Nostalgia really. Chris has a Harley Davidson Fat Boy stored in the MOT garage, and I had a while looking at it before handing over my car keys. He even offered me a ride if I wanted to. How nice is that? I know it is his baby so I declined. I'm not sure my legs would be strong enough to get it off its side stand to hold it upright. It's a different type of bike to mine, slow and heavy with a poor turning circle. He has a lot of extra chrome on it though, and I would be frightened if I scratched it.
Nice of him to let me dream a little though.
It's not about the bike, I prefer to dream about my kids.