Hey, I have some questions for y'all:
What kind of woman should I date?
What kind of painting should I paint?
What kind of song should I write?
What are the best words to use in a poem?
Give me some ideas for a tattoo.
What I'm trying to say is: There are some things you do in the whirlwind of passion. There are other things you consult strangers about.
Picking a motorcycle falls into one category for some people. It falls in the other for the rest of the world.
If you pick a bike based solely on the length of your legs, within a week you'll start thinking of it as "the best bike I could get where both my feet would touch" instead of "the one machine in the whole world that completes my transformation into the perfect noisy blend of flesh, metal, and spirit exercised in perfect heavenly motion."
Girl, I'm giving you options. All the options in the world. I'm purposely not naming one or two bikes for you based on my preference. I'm giving you new eyes to look at the possibilities.
Whatever bike you get, for a little while, you'll enjoy thinking of yourself as a motorcyclist.
But if you get the right bike for you - you'll crave it's touch. You'll replay your shared experiences with it in your mind's eye. You'll be in pain when you can't be with that machine.
Yes, a motorcycle could just be an appliance - like a toaster.... who cares what it looks like as long as it gets the job done... but if you choose one with your heart, it can be so much more!
So stop calling people names, and start looking at what you can do in the few decades you have on this planet to move yourself a little closer to the bliss. The complete ecstasy of spirit that comes from finding the part of you that has until now always been lost - the extension of your body, heart, and mind that is your perfect motorcycle.
(And don't worry about touching the ground with both feet. Trust me - it won't matter. My feet don't touch the ground [simultaneously] on any of my bikes.)
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