My wife cares but I wasn't cheatin'...

Partnership was working yesterday, I sat in my Caravan reading a book waiting for the dealership to open so my motorcycle could get serviced -- so I could ride safely (mechanically anyway) to Lincoln City, Oregon. She cares enough to make me do it right, then she only has to worry about my riding style - since she figures I won't fall asleep on the motorcycle like I would in the automobile. So the owner rides up on his big Triumph Triple and gets out of his coveralls and helmet opens the doors and comes over to ask how I got the motorcycle down here - but I just smile and don't answer that one.

We go in and he gets the key for the bike and starts his computer and finds me listed twice for parts purchased before - foot pegs and sissy bar. So I tell him I want my next service completed, new brake pads all around, all the nuts and bolts tight and inspection for broken or breaking parts that would need replaced for safety. He asks about the scrape on the front fender and I tell him about the accident and to leave the scars, I earned them in my inexperience. While he totes up the order and looks and answers the telephone I walk around the showroom floor - it is a show room. I don't want any clothing saying Triumph on it - I like the company but am not going to be a brand fan and poster child. I find the new Triumph American, and look it over carefully, I know it has more cc, is fuel injected, and cast wheels. I see a larger tank but still clean styling, the one I am looking at is black, I talk to him about it and say that it was too bad he didn't have it in blue. He says he has one in the crate that is blue - I come back quickly that I haven't won the Lotto yet and I have my motorcycle (which I imagine he would take as a trade in). Ah, I have been caught lookin' at new shine, curves and attitude. As old as I am I am not beyond that lookin' and wondering and dreaming, but I remain true to Trusty... and that woman that got me and the bike there yesterday morning.