This is not good at all. Yesterday I was talking to a friend about how my wife doesn’t want me riding motorcycles since our son was born (12 years old now), and how much I lust for an Africa Twin. She said that she doesn’t care, if I want one that bad I should go get it.
She doesn’t realize what she has awakened in me with that statement. Last night I kept having dreams of riding a glorious Honda adventure bike. I was around town, across the country, flying through the desert racing across the dunes in the Dakar rally.
I could go buy one today. Maybe I should sell the 911.
