It's Hard to Describe to Anyone but You
It's hard to describe to anyone but you.
I had glanced at an ad, made a call, and found my way to his home. It was under a sheet in his garage. He lifted that sheet and that blue and white Valk just left me speechless. You know at that very instant it's going home with you. But you can't let him know. You hide your excitement or you'll pay full price. That's what life teaches you. So it's out for a spin. There's 6'4" and 270 lbs. of me to move. Like a feather. It turns by itself. Twist the throttle and feel your head tilt.
It's hard to describe to anyone but you.
I used to stare at it in the garage. Literally for hours. Oh baby you got to get it all. Shield, lowers, cobra boards, headers, backrest, rack, cruise and a trigger wheel. Gawd this thing is gorgeous. One last touch. Maybe the cheapest mod with the most improvement. I drill six big holes in the plastic case that holds the air cleaner. Now air can get to six carbs from the front. You'll see a huge improvement, like this bike needs many.
It's hard to describe to anyone but you.
In one year, one spring and summer, I easily make 5 digits on the odometer. Then it happens. I get to taste the side of an F-150 that turned left and didn't signal. Broken hand, broken ribs, and broken Valk. Adjustor says fix it and then sell it; fix it no prob, sell it no chance. I refuse. It's like selling your best friend or your dog. We got history. Another year goes by. I am on a 4000 mile trip and a pothole that looks like a meteor strike comes into view. Wish I hadn't learned to use a front brake. Wife and I taste a little KC pavement. Thankfully we are going slow. About 1500.00 to the bike and helmets. She has never hit the deck. Think it was hard coaxing her back on for the baseball game that day in KC? Oh yeah.
So this is gonna be my third year on that big old dragon. Think I am stopping? No f%^&ing way. No ads saying never seen rain, never wrecked, never scratched. Screw that. This is a riding bike, not some looking bike. I've dodged Ford Trucks, Potholes, and Tornadoes. I wouldn't sell this ride for nothing. They may bury me with it. I've owned a buch of them, too. HD's, Metrics, Brits. But this gal, she's my fav. Man, I wish they'd bring her back in a 1800 built for two.....cause ya know....
It's hard to describe to anyone but you.
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