Do we get tired of the ‘same old thing’ (even if that ‘same old thing’ is what used to take our breath away and give us butterflies in our excited little tummies)?
And when I say ‘in our excited little tummies (except I just typed ‘timmies and I have no idea what an excited little timmy might be, other than a hyperactive five-year old child)…
Where was I?
Oh yes, and when I say ‘in our excited little tummies’ I’m sortov speaking for humankind, because I’m not a ruminant.
Back to the topic of thinking of being unfaithful.
I consider myself to be a true and loyal person.
For example, my current motorbike is a Kawasaki ZX10R, and my previous motorbike was a Kawasaki ZX9R.
The motorbike before that was a Triumph Daytona 955i, and the motorbike before that was a Triumph Daytona 955i.
So I think you can see the pattern here and possibly get an insight into my brand loyalty.
I loved the Daytonas. Their 1,000cc triple engines made a delicious sound. They were fast, responsive (and never, ever sluggish or brutish), and very nimble machines.
And oh, so comfortable. So comfortable in fact that I rode one from the UK, around Spain, and home again.
But Triumph, in their not very infinite wisdom, dropped out of the 1,000cc Sportsbike market. Idiots.
With the 955i getting long in the tooth, and falling behind in the world of biketech, my only choice was between dropping down to a 675cc Daytona or switching brands.
Although not really underpowered, the 675cc Daytona isn’t the same high-performance workhorse that its 1,000cc cousins were. The switch to another brand was the only real option.
I loved the ZX9R so much I put 18,000 miles on it in 18 months; that’s a lot of miles for a motorbike.
And when she too started showing signs of ageing, the upgrade to the shiny and brand new ZX10R was another easy decision.
I love(d) the ZX10R.
Part hoodlum, part thug, part perfect dinner-party host, packed with all of the latest computing, and a wonderfully responsive bike. She knows/knew what I want to do (and reacts to that impulse) before I even know what I want to do!
I’ve had her from brand-spanking new, I’ve looked after her meticulously and in the coming Spring she will be exactly three years old.
I wouldn’t change her for the world.
So why is it, in this quite weeks (when the weather is so bad that getting out on any kind of a motorbike is next to impossible) that I’ve been considering unfaithful thoughts?
Why have I been looking at the 2019 Yamaha YZF-R1 and thinking about trying one out?
Update: I took the ZX10R out for a little run around the village this afternoon. I think I’m keeping her
Despite a significant hiatus in the blogging, rumours (as Twain M said) of my demise have been greatly exaggerated (as you can see by the very way these words are forming on your phone, tablet, laptop, PC, external monitor, or Smart TV).
(get a move on, it’s time you set the scene. Ed)
I am in bed at the shockingly early time of 8.30pm.
It is Saturday.
The Eurovision is on t’telly.
The Beast (as I have affectionately named the ZX10R) has still not had her her gearbox rebuild.
But she’s been called in, and will be done a week today.
Yay! Booyah! And \o/ and other down with the kids expressions of joy.
I’ll be glad to get her done, especially as I am commuting to work on her.
The change from being an employed to a self-employed person meant, in my case, the company car went back.
My very recently received tax statement told me that I paid over £5k/year extra tax, just for the pleasure of having that car.
That’s £12,500 extra tax I handed over to HMRC, while I was in that job
If I’d realised the magnitude of that cash penalty I believe I’d have decided to leave that job much sooner!
Spring is upon us and commuting on The Beast is smile-making fun.
And soon (too soon) it’ll be Summer, and the commuting will be similar, fun wise.
But Autumn is lurking in the unsuspecting future, and that calls for an alternative form of transport.
I’m quite taken with the Mercedes-Benz E class, 220i.
Good quality used models are as cheap as chips, and there are many in the used car market.
But we will see where my head is at when it comes to purchase time.
In the meantime I’ll keep commuting on The Beast (though I do need to find a way to tame her assertive behaviour, especially when filtering in heavy traffic).
Right, it’s taken half an hour to tap this out on my phone.
I’m off to watch Eurovision through the medium of The Twitter until I fall asleep. In about 18 minutes.