We'll always remember our first.
I rode to the local Harley shop yesterday with a backpack containing the bell
(which hung from the footbrake pedal), a zip tie and needlenose pliers, my license plate, phone,
and folder with all of the administrivia I had on the bike.
And as I pulled into the lower lot I started to reflect on the experience the whole
experience of riding this bike over the year. I'm so very thankful for everything about it.
For the excitement of learning to ride. For the excitement of buying the bike. For the
excitement of riding. For the complete surprise and thrill of the Miller High Life and
Harley-Davidson Corp. visit. For the new dimension in our lives.
But the time had come to say goodbye to our lovely first motorcycle. It wasn't a function
of having outgrown it; it's not a small bike. It's a lovely, comfortable bike and has been
a wonderful companion for seven months and 1,200 miles.
The moment I brought our first bike home: A 2006 FXSTI March 30, 2013.
But the time has come for a more comfortable and feature-rich ride; for the footboards
that Laurel has been so nuts about; for a more classic look with beach bars and a motor
that sounds like a boat engine.
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