To all those who in the popular engine slang are called Petrolhead we feel an almost inexplicable passion for everything that smells like gasoline, to the point that sometimes it becomes an almost sick feeling. Who else and who less usually has a good time daily looking for ads or that motorcycle (or car) model that we would like to have before or after in our particular garage … right?
This in turn leads us to a continuous without which we are always thinking of selling our current mount to access another to which we have been following the track for some time. And it doesn’t matter the two -wheeled segment in which we feel more comfortable. This is usually extrapolated to most bikers who have turned this passion almost an incurable vice.
Your two -wheeled medium is likely to never come out of your life
However, either by aspects related to age, maturity or as we want to call it, it comes one day, without your knowing it, that you suddenly realize that you have found, suddenly and porrazo, to that ideal half -wheeled half. Generally, it usually happens during the course of a daily exit when, rolling at a good pace, you feel like the motorcycle and you merge in a special way.
In fact, you ask yourself for your parties “This pot went like this last Sunday?”as if you were surprised at the qualities of which your motorcycle has been for a long season, perhaps more than you had planned before acquiring it. And yes, the answer is that in the last exit that you made the motorcycle surely pushed, curved and traction in the same way, but you had not achieved until that moment to get the best out of it.
Even, in the case of, you comment with your groupmates at the Bareto on duty in which you have decided to stop to have a consistent morning lunch:
-Ramón, don’t you know what happened to me this morning?
-No, pussy, do you see me a seer?
-The Bicha has left me very surprised in the last stretch we have traveled, haven’t you seen how it draws curves with her?
-To see if you’re going to be falling in love …
And you arrive at your house and as after each exit you follow the same ritual you have carried out for years: you take away the equipment, put the motorcycle to the garage and place it on easel. You take a rag and the product jar to clean the exteriors of your donkey and while you do you can not take off your head the good time you have thrown into your controls. Nor as you have confessed how well you have felt until just a few minutes ago while you opened gas on your favorite road.
As if this were not enough a couple of times from the motorcycle and you look at her from top to bottom with an eyebody, as if you tried to get any defect to self -convecer that what happens right now by your head is nothing more than a morning mental straw fruit of that biker vice you have. But not. For more turns that you give the matter you know that there is something that has changed in you and the guilt has that mechanical compendium that you have in front.
Then you light your face and it paints a smile from ear to ear, similar to the one you wore under the helmet that morning when Ramón could not follow you and you were better than just eaten throwing the piti of the coffee. And you begin to give meaning to everything and to accept that that half two -wheeled can have arrived that in your inner jurisdiction you resisted to know.
Perhaps the guilt of this has how well built it is, as it goes in almost any circumstance or the unmistakable sound that emits its V4. You may also have influenced the opinion of that well -known and experienced South African journalist who put the model in the clouds in his article: “My Honda Vfr800 fi of fifth generation: could it be the best deep in history?” It is likely that all this tells.
The final stab comes when, closing the garage door and with you out of it, you feel the need to raise the blind again and take a eye again to its silhouette. Then and only then do you discover that you are pledge of the pot and that it will probably never come out of your life.
Pdta.: I apologize to all my ex for not having felt the same … (Vfr800 VTEC, CBR600RR, ZX-10R, T595 Daytona, GSXR750 SRAD, ZZR1100, FZR1000, VFR750, etc.) Dedicated to Mariano Urdín that so good times made me pass with its immeasurable chronicles from “the corner of my garage”.
