I SWEAR, EVERY WORD IS TRUE

On my Bandit’s tenth anniversary, I thought I’d share the miracle.
 
What I’m about to tell you is the absolute truth. Every word of it.
 
It starts in a previous incarnation. Long, long ago, in a far distant galaxy.
 
In this incarnation, I am food-is-a-luxury broke. When it comes to things like motorcycles, I can barely afford air for the tyres, and only with a borrowed pump.  
 
The nearest I’ve got to a bike is a ghastly little seldom-used Single I bought for my then-wife and borrowed back coz I wrote off my big one.
 
Not sure which I’m less in love with, the then-wife or the Single.  
 
When she lets me out the house, which isn’t often, I chug along at some girly speed, while my mates whoosh past me on their grownups’ bikes (where I live, we get away with murder). 
 
One fine day, I get frog-marched to Joe’s Pub & Diner, for my first meeting of Bankruptaholics Anonymous.
 
I introduce myself. (“Hi, I’m Stan and I haven’t got two cents to rub together”. Applause. Chorus: “Hi Stan”.)
 
And then it happens.
 
There’s a deafening bang, a plume of smoke, and the Fairy Godfather (stuff this feminist “Godmother” BS) appears before my very eyes, amid a cloud of cigar smoke and gastric emission.
 
“What the f*** do you want?” he thunders.
 
“Um… a bike, Sir… but a real one, please,” I stammer.
 
He lifts one leg off the ground, lets rip, and waves his magic beer.
 
There is a blinding flash of light.
 
A strange-smelling mist envelopes us.
 
The mist begins to lift, revealing a shape.
 
And there she is.
 
My grownup’s bike!
 
“Now p*** off and stop bothering me,” thunders the Fairy Godfather, and disappears, leaving us a pungent eggy whiff.
 
The Bandit shimmers blackly under the diner’s dim lights.
 
I can’t believe it’s mine.
 
I jump on and thumb the button.
 
Surly enough, it fires up with that real bike sound, not the silly little Single chug.
 
I clunk her into gear and twist the throttle. She blasts through the doorway and launches down the street, speedo climbing at a crazy rate.
 
We whip around the block, going so fast we arrive before we departed.
 
Wow! Thanks, Fairy Pops! At last, I can ride with the big boys, any speed, any distance, and a decent sound to boot!
 
Box ticked. Got the bike!
 
Now, is there a gas price fairy…?


Regards
Stan L
South Africa

Dam your lucky you have a Fairy Godfather

Here in Oztralia all we got is Fires and Floods and Scott Morrison. 

Hi Stan,
Fairy Godfather
Remember when you didn't upgrade, that's money saved.
Money for fuel & fun. Think outside the box .
Glad that only fuel is a problem for you over there .
Keep well, .

GSX1100G wrote:
Remember when you didn't upgrade,  that's money saved.
Money for fuel & fun.

Hi there Doc

Indeed, that's the philosophy. Cutting out the bells & whistles, so you get an adult-strength motorcycle for working man's money.

Stan L wrote:

GSX1100G wrote:
Remember when you didn't upgrade,  that's money saved.
Money for fuel & fun.

Hi there Doc

Indeed, that's the philosophy. Cutting out the bells & whistles, so you get an adult-strength motorcycle for working man's money.

I get you.
The other day I was on my 30yo gsx1100g. 
Was plodding along in 3rd doing 60k nearing a 100k zone, when I was passed by big bmw adventure bike. Snapped it wide open, shifted out of 3rd @ 8k (10k rev limiter), 140k then just added another 20, then into 5th and just another 20, then eased off to the limit 100. Yep, it need fork springs & rear shock, but he couldn't get away, plenty of looking in the mirrors from him , big smile for me .