I have NRE, big time. She’s big, and she’s blonde. She’s got some experience, but she’s brand new to me. And I’ve got a huge crush on her.
She’s my new motorcycle.
I was so happy the day I bought her, my spouse commented at our celebratory dinner, “we should get you a new motorcycle every day!”
I had a motorcycle already, and I was perfectly happy with it. But the new one just fell in my lap, and I couldn’t resist. I’d ridden it before--it belonged to a friend of mine, who showed off by letting me drive it. And it was love at first sight, at least on my end. When my friend decided to sell his motorcycle and remembered the great connection I had with her, he wisely called me first. I pounced on the offer.
My new motorcycle purrs. She’s responsive. She feels good. She looks good. When I’m with her, heads turn. She goes fast. I can take her on freeways without her whining. When we’re together, it feels like we were made for each other. The thought of her infuses me with energy. I can’t stop raving about her to unsuspecting and completely uninterested friends.
But after a day or two of riding my new motorcycle, I found myself returning to the old one. The old one is small, so it can fit easily into creative parking spots. And he shifts so smoothly. His gas mileage is unheard of (75 mpg!). Unless I’m going a long distance, I don’t need the highway speed. We fit together, too, in different ways. The old motorcycle is very forgiving of me. I can start him uphill from second gear without him whining, which I’ve accidentally done an embarrassing number of times.
And a funny thing happened when I went back to my old motorcycle. Once I knew how a motorcycle with a lot of power feels when I’m driving, I pushed my old motorcycle harder. I realized he wasn’t whining at 55 mph, just adjusting some things to facilitate the ride (OK, I still haven’t successfully broken 60 on the old one). I trusted his turns more. And when he wasn’t responsive, I just gave him more attention to make sure I got what I wanted out of him.
I’m still deep in crush on my new motorcycle. And I still can’t bring myself to part with my old one. They’re both wonderful for different reasons. In some situations, either one will do. But in other situations, I really want to admire the unique strengths that one or the other has to offer.
I’m not sure I’m cut out for monogamy, even in private transportation. Too bad neither of my motorcycles is up for a threesome yet.
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Questions or comments? I’ve got answers! Try me at polysaturated@rocketmail.com.
She’s my new motorcycle.
I was so happy the day I bought her, my spouse commented at our celebratory dinner, “we should get you a new motorcycle every day!”
I had a motorcycle already, and I was perfectly happy with it. But the new one just fell in my lap, and I couldn’t resist. I’d ridden it before--it belonged to a friend of mine, who showed off by letting me drive it. And it was love at first sight, at least on my end. When my friend decided to sell his motorcycle and remembered the great connection I had with her, he wisely called me first. I pounced on the offer.
My new motorcycle purrs. She’s responsive. She feels good. She looks good. When I’m with her, heads turn. She goes fast. I can take her on freeways without her whining. When we’re together, it feels like we were made for each other. The thought of her infuses me with energy. I can’t stop raving about her to unsuspecting and completely uninterested friends.
But after a day or two of riding my new motorcycle, I found myself returning to the old one. The old one is small, so it can fit easily into creative parking spots. And he shifts so smoothly. His gas mileage is unheard of (75 mpg!). Unless I’m going a long distance, I don’t need the highway speed. We fit together, too, in different ways. The old motorcycle is very forgiving of me. I can start him uphill from second gear without him whining, which I’ve accidentally done an embarrassing number of times.
And a funny thing happened when I went back to my old motorcycle. Once I knew how a motorcycle with a lot of power feels when I’m driving, I pushed my old motorcycle harder. I realized he wasn’t whining at 55 mph, just adjusting some things to facilitate the ride (OK, I still haven’t successfully broken 60 on the old one). I trusted his turns more. And when he wasn’t responsive, I just gave him more attention to make sure I got what I wanted out of him.
I’m still deep in crush on my new motorcycle. And I still can’t bring myself to part with my old one. They’re both wonderful for different reasons. In some situations, either one will do. But in other situations, I really want to admire the unique strengths that one or the other has to offer.
I’m not sure I’m cut out for monogamy, even in private transportation. Too bad neither of my motorcycles is up for a threesome yet.
*****
Questions or comments? I’ve got answers! Try me at polysaturated@rocketmail.com.
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