Ancient History<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comfficeffice" /><o></o> If youre not a fan of sappy babble you might want to skip this one.<o></o> <o></o> Over the years I have become unreasonably attached to a few motorcycles, like theyre a family member or a pet. Sometimes I wonder about my sanity but what the heck I can think of worse thing to become attached to. I dont become attached to every motorcycle I own but there have been a few. <o></o> <o></o> My first motorcycle attachment was the third bike I owned a 77 Yamaha XS750 I called it Silver as in Hi-Ho Silver Away, giddy up, giddy up, boom boom? .. I sure did enjoy that bike. The last ride on it left me walking up I-84 toward The Dalles, OR when the engine went but we had a good run before that. Even though I enjoyed the bike this model wasnt known for its longevity and I did have another motorcycle at home. Good Memories. (Everyone packed their bikes like this really they did )<o></o> <o></o> <o></o> Along came my 5<SUP>th</SUP> bike and I was attached again. A 1986 Harley FXRD Grand-Touring Edition. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a Harley! I enjoyed the bike more than I thought I could ever enjoy a bike but danged I sure got tired of hearing that aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh a Harley crap and all the people drooling over the stinking Harley label on the side of the bike. <o></o> The Harley wasnt named but we had over 100,000 miles of good times together. When I sold it my eyes welled up with tears and the poor guy buying it felt bad about taking away my toy. I assured him it was OK and he finally showed his excitement in getting the bike. As I watched the bike roll down the driveway and up the street I regretted selling it but what was done was done. My boyfriend at the time shook his head and growled at me sheesh, its just a motorcycle and its not like you dont have others. OK I had four others but .. He never did understand and thats OK because it really isnt reasonable to get that attached to something like a motorcycle. (Ignore the hair style it was the 80s )<o></o> <o></o> <o></o> Oh to fit in those leathers again and to be that young again. Heading out on a six-month ride.<o></o> <o></o> <o></o> The last ride for the Harley was to Washougal, WA to watch Jeremy McGrath wipe the motorcross track up with the rest of the riders. That guy was so far ahead of everyone else for the entire race there wasnt a chance anyone would pass him unless he crashed. The most excitement was to see how many other riders he lapped. At the time I didnt know it was the last ride Id take on the Harley.<o></o> <o></o> Once the decision was made to sell the Harley I didnt get on it again, I was afraid if I did I wouldnt be able to let it go. At times I wish I would have taken it out for one last special ride but like I said I was afraid I wouldnt let it go. <o></o> <o></o> During the time I owned the Harley I bought another bike to commute to work on. I found this funky 74 Honda CB200 and when I saw it I had to have it. Yep, I became attached to that bike too her name is Frieda and she still resides in my garage. Any bike that can make you laugh when you look at it needs a name. When I look at this bike it reminds me of the 70 when aftermarket bags and fairings were plentiful. Frieda looks like a Honda CB750 from that era that shrunk.<o></o> <o></o> <o></o> Next on the list of bike attachments is my 10<SUP>th</SUP> bike, a 99 BMW F650, owned by a good friend in TX and I decided a fly, buy and ride was in order. We went back and forth a couple times about the bike because he wasnt sure he wanted to sell it but finally he gave in and let me have it. <o></o> <o></o> <o></o> On the way back<o></o> <o></o> <o></o> I had begun to think my passion for riding was over and then this bike came into my life. Riding home from East TX with a side trip to meet friends in Death Valley renewed my motorcycle passion. I loved the bike, I enjoyed the ride and I loved Death Valley.<o></o> <o></o> <o></o> That brings us to the present, whats hanging out in my garage and the need to have the exterior of my house painted before the snow flies. The economy has resulted in many people losing their jobs but I am one of the lucky ones that still has a job however the cost of living keeps going up but my wages dont. Waaaaaahhhh, snivel, whimper .. The down side of being a responsible adult is some times we have to make decisions we dont like. In the spring I was kicking around the idea of selling one of my bikes but just couldnt bring myself to do it, heck I couldnt even decide which bike I would be willing to part with. <o></o> <o></o> Last week I finally made the decision one of the bikes has to go, period, do it get it done! The deciding factor finally came down to which one I rode the least in the last two years. Even though Im attached to the F650 I had ridden the least so its up for sale but first - - - <o></o> One Last Ride ..