Can't seem to control myself.
I've become a middle aged squid.
Prior to this bike I had a Shadow 600. Putsy, putsy we went, was happy camper to cruise the roads. Shadow was stolen, looked for a new bike.
Didn't have much to spend, so bought a rebuilder KZ650. Spent a months making it good, and a few months riding it before winter set in. Didn't feel the need to wear flip flops and a wife beater....yet.
This is the third year I've ridden this bike, and I swear someone takes over the throttle when I throw my leg over.
Whizzing down the road at 85 has become the norm. I try and control the urge to lane change every mile, but sometimes I don't succeed.
Seems like this will run its course, hopefully Mr. POPO won't see me.
