What a surprise in the email today - My sister uncovers a picture of me on my 1980 Suzuki GS1100E taken in the winter of 1988!
What a great motorcycle that was, so many memories.
A couple of the best - the first time I ever took it to redline in fifth, the whole world slowed, that moment was awesome.
Another, coming back West on 94 from Herman, a KZ1100 wanted to play, I walked away from him well when we were well into the triple digits - later, the owner commented I was the first to ever pull away from him, that was a good moment.
Poor bike met an untimely accident. I was riding one night and was running in and out of orange road cones - when I hit a section of road that was GONE - 4's wide and 8+ feet deep, luckily I was going fast enough to clear in, but the forks, well, they ended up bent back up under the bike -
And me, well, just another case of road rash.....
Being three and a half sheets to the wind, I remember the look on the cops face as he smelled me, and as he sternly told me to load the bike up and get out of there -
It was a different time.......