This story, starts like most of my stories in that it starts off with a woman. My girlfriend at the time started to get into motorcycles and the such and as you all know, whatever the girl gets into, you invariably get into as well. I started off with a small V-Twin 250 sports bike. Though, unfortunately had it impounded because I was too lazy to finish my tests and get my license. The guy who had sold it to me left the country never to be heard from again and forgot to send me the title. So, I lost my first bike. It was 1200 so it wasn't too harsh, but it sucked none the less.
For about a year I was bikeless. My girlfriend had turned into my ex-girlfriend/parasitic leach. She became lazy, started getting late on her rent. Stopped paying for rent, stopped cleaning, stopped putting out, and drained me emotionally dry. She herself had bought a motorcycle, but with no ability to save, never had the money to pay for the repairs it needed to be road worthy again. Day after day I passed by her motorcycle. It was a beautifully blue Suzuki SV650 with a European inspired trellis frame and a nice steep riding position. It had some damage from a previous accident on the left side - scars of a troubled past. Her seats needed to be reupholstered as well. The vinyl showed long time exposure to the harsh Californian sun. Even with her blemishes, she was still a sight to behold.
Week after week she started collecting more and more dust at the bottom of a downtown parking garage. Sometimes, I would spend a little time to wash her off. It broke my heart to see a bike slowly die like that. I then offered my ex-girlfriend/parasitic leach to buy it off of her for the amount that she owed me in back rent. About $2300. She had the nerve to tell me that if I was going to take away her mode of transportation, I had to provide her with a new one. Though this didn't make sense, since she didn't even ride it, I agreed. I spent 3 months to save up 2 grand and bought a second hand 125cc scooter second hand from the middle of nowhere. A friend of mine was moving at the time so I threw it on the back of his moving truck. I gave her the keys and title to a shiny almost brand new scooter with less than a thousand miles on it and she gave me the keys and title to the poor blue abandoned motorcycle.
The battery had long since been dead so I went about recharging it. After a full charged, I tried to start her up. No luck. The gasoline and oil had rotted from months and months of stagnating in that parking garage. I took some time, changed her oil and put some new gasoline in her as a last ditch attempt. I mixed the new gas with the old and sure enough, she puttered back to life. The carbs were clogged as hell as well as her valves. She backfired and choked, but she was running. I took her for a spin. Though not the wisest choice since I never took the chance to get a real mechanic to look her over.
On the streets, she rumbled and puttered but pulled ahead strong. I gained some confidence and started to push her a little and we went hurling down the LA streets. Once I hit Korea town, the home of the worst Asian drivers in California, I had to make an emergency brake. My new bike didn't like that so much. Maybe it was the months of abuse and abandonment, or maybe it was from the harsh life she lived with her previous owner(s). I don't know. Her front locked up and she threw me off head first into the street. I landed flat and my helmet smashed against the road. She jacknifed and landed on my back full force with all 475 pounds of her steel and aluminum body, just barely missing my spine. Luckily, I was alive and had no injuries besides having the wind severley knocked out of me. She road back fine, but her forks started to leak oil. Not a good sign and not something I could fix on my own. So I had to send her to my mechanic.
The mechanic could tell right away that there had been some serious abuse and mickey mousing with this motorcycle. A lot of DIY patch jobs started to show through. The cables were all maladjusted, the clip-on handle bars were not aligned properly, and even the custom tail lights weren't installed symmetrically. I could tell why she might have been pissed that I tried to ride her the way I did. I sunk myself into debt to fix her. We started with the forks which had to be rebuilt almost entirely, then we moved on the the carburators, the engine, valve timing, fuel delivery, etc. $3200 in repairs later, she purred. And man, did she sound good. I had even spent more money rebuilding her stock speedometer and tach which were missing when I got her.
From then, she had tried to kill me twice and both times I stayed on her seat and regained control. My bike is like no other bike. She's a wild stallion and it shows. No one can ride her except for me. It was like she had chosen me. I made the mistake a few months later of letting a friend ride her. He didn't last a minute before he fell off of her. He paid for the repairs on her and she came back from the shop even better. I spent some extra money on my own to reupholster her dying seats and outfitted her with frame sliders in the advent she went down again.
A good 8 months had passed to what is now the present. In my downtown garage with 24 hour serveilance, she was stolen. Roughly thrown onto the back of a silver Chevy Pickup truck to be taken off to god know where. A week of worry passed by as I sat waiting to hear from the police. Today, I got my first call with good news. My bike had been recovered and was now in the police impound lot. Though all is not perfect. One of her turn signals had been broken off and the thieves had broken through the ignition to hot wire her. They found her abandoned in a city about 13 miles away from where the theft took place. Did they find her parked or crashed on the side of the street. I don't know. Though, something tells me in the back of my mind, she didn't like being violated. I have yet to see my now rape-victim of a bike. I can only hope the damage is not beyond a simple replacement of parts. I can only hope that she will be able to ride proudly on the streets again.
Sorry if this post is a bit humorless, I just felt like writing about my love life.