We're selling our beloved Honda CBR, the bike I learned to ride on.Some guy's picking her up tomorrow. I'm so sad. Her beautiful red body always made my pink Doc Martens pop.
What's worse is that I got to know her intimately tonight. My hubsters cleaned out her carburetor, changed her spark plugs and fuel filter and I helped him put her back together. I may not know the names of all the tubes and parts or even what they do specifically, but I think now I could put her back together starting with the carburetor.*sniff, sniff*
And then when she roared to life...it broke my heart. I just wanted to take out her to the interstate and open her up. Let her do her thing...and try not to kill myself.
That low rumble of idle...the high whine of speed...I'll miss you, Zinger.
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