The future's bright, the future is
Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 4:26 pm
My Mum had two Shih Zhu dogs and I talked her into naming them after motorcycles, Bonnie and Suki. Suki came from a rescue centre and before that, an illegal puppy farm. She had strange behaviours, never coming when called so she often went missing on walks, she wasn’t house trained and used to eat her own faeces. My Mum loved that dog. Because of my Mum’s illnesses she couldn’t clear up after it and just used to chuck towels on it’s mess and after the second time that my Mum had slipped over in it, I persuaded her that Suki had to go to the Dogs Trust as they do not put a healthy dog down. I felt like the most evil daughter as I drove along the A27 with the dog in the back of the car, tears streaming down my face and blurry vision until the smell of shit filled my nostrils and I realised that it had done a crap in the car. My tears dried up quick. Kind of like getting ride of my Street Triple this morning.
On Thursday morning I made the decision to cut my loses and trade the Street in for a Speed Twin and for a while the relief of making a hard decision didn’t hit me – I still felt screwed up inside. I realised that the sickness in my stomach was actually grief. Grief for an inanimate object. While it had troubles it gave me the relief and the highlights that I so needed over the last few years and before I bought the CRV it was my means of getting to my Mum’s to take care of her and many a dark winters evening, after a hard day at work, I’d ride along the cliffs in the wind and the rain to get to Rottingdean to pick up my Mum’s meds. I loved that bike. I rode it along the A27 this morning and every time I slowed down, I could hear it rattling and clanking below me – it was never going to get any better no matter how much money I chucked at it.
I didn’t want to say goodbye to the dog, nor the bike, nor my Mum or her house. But they’re gone. Onwards!
I first rode a Speed Twin a couple of years ago when Triumph lent me one while they carried out one of the many warranty claims on the Street. My first instinct was “retro boring” but within a couple of miles I realised that it was a lovely thing to ride. I just kept riding and riding, corner after corner – it practically rode itself. It is smooth and easy and rolls happily from one corner to the next with an immense amount of torque. I had got to mid Kent before I stopped for a coffee where I contemplated the legalities of never taking it back and leaving them with the Street. I was so disappointed when I got the text to say that my bike was ready. When I got back to the dealers I handed them the key with a big smile on my face, told them what a fantastic bike that was and that I would have one one day. I’ve been researching them ever since, I joined the FB group back then and I must have read and watched every review. If you’ve not tried one – give it a go. There’s nothing retro about it above the look of it and it sounds amazing.
Card’s behind the bar
On Thursday morning I made the decision to cut my loses and trade the Street in for a Speed Twin and for a while the relief of making a hard decision didn’t hit me – I still felt screwed up inside. I realised that the sickness in my stomach was actually grief. Grief for an inanimate object. While it had troubles it gave me the relief and the highlights that I so needed over the last few years and before I bought the CRV it was my means of getting to my Mum’s to take care of her and many a dark winters evening, after a hard day at work, I’d ride along the cliffs in the wind and the rain to get to Rottingdean to pick up my Mum’s meds. I loved that bike. I rode it along the A27 this morning and every time I slowed down, I could hear it rattling and clanking below me – it was never going to get any better no matter how much money I chucked at it.
I didn’t want to say goodbye to the dog, nor the bike, nor my Mum or her house. But they’re gone. Onwards!
I first rode a Speed Twin a couple of years ago when Triumph lent me one while they carried out one of the many warranty claims on the Street. My first instinct was “retro boring” but within a couple of miles I realised that it was a lovely thing to ride. I just kept riding and riding, corner after corner – it practically rode itself. It is smooth and easy and rolls happily from one corner to the next with an immense amount of torque. I had got to mid Kent before I stopped for a coffee where I contemplated the legalities of never taking it back and leaving them with the Street. I was so disappointed when I got the text to say that my bike was ready. When I got back to the dealers I handed them the key with a big smile on my face, told them what a fantastic bike that was and that I would have one one day. I’ve been researching them ever since, I joined the FB group back then and I must have read and watched every review. If you’ve not tried one – give it a go. There’s nothing retro about it above the look of it and it sounds amazing.
Card’s behind the bar
