Reply #154: Selling the bike next month... [View All]

It truly breaks my heart because I love riding my little SV650. It's not his fault that we must part ways. It's always been a great little bike, quick, agile, and safe. I feel like I'm shooting an old best friend farm-dog or something. But where I live has become so populated with self-absorbed, SUV-driving dipshits, that I can't afford the risk of sharing the road with these assholes anymore. In 25 years of riding, I'd never had so many close calls as I did last year. People will LOOK RIGHT AT YOU as they continue to run you off of the road, or squeeze you across the center line into on-coming traffic. And why? Cause they in a hurry to get to the fucking mall. I live in "Me-First" ville, and riding a bike here is dangerous. I'm getting tired of chasing people down through parking lots, and beating dents in their trucks with my helmet as they scramble to call the police on their precious little cell-phone. The same fucking cell-phone that almost caused them to kill me and my girlfriend minutes earlier. My insurance company just reinforced the danger factor by upping my rates on the bike, for no other reason than the accident number here in central Ohio. I have no speeding tickets or accidents on my record, but I have had some adventures when I was a younger man. Always wore a helmet. Smashed craters into two of them. Tore up some leathers, and plastic parts. All in all, really loved riding, and the freedom I felt. So long little buddy...