Love and the Single Cylinder

I had been lurking and learning for the last few days on the KTM-Talk motorcycle forum site, anxiously building up the nerve to one day pair up with that special one-and what a ride she turned out to be......

My eyes first fell on her last Friday when she appeared the very first day in the Cycle Trader online. I could hardly believe my eyes- it was love at first sight. I'd been lusting for a dark-skinned 640 for weeks now, and there she finally was, sexy as all hell, long legged with only that little orange slip of material up the front. Wow......





She belonged to a man named Damian. Yes, she was SanSooRider's girl, and he'd fallen out of love with her, I suppose, but the loving he'd put on her was pretty obvious. All preened, primped and proud she stood there.
I guess it's true what they say- that no matter how breathtakingly hot a woman is, someone's tired of riding her. I, myself, was actually on the rebound, having just split up with my girl of 7yrs- Tyra, an English black beauty- a Triumph Speed Triple. We too had fallen out of love, and I was forced to watch as she left with a younger, more passionate Italian guy. Oddly, as life is wont to play, he too was named Damian- Damiano, actually, and I knew he could be true to her.

But my new girl- Katie M is the name she goes by- she has me head over heels, honeymoon-struck, weak-kneed, and totally obsessed. I've already started to shower her with gifts in the hopes she could love me back even 1/10th as much. New mirrors (vanity...), black fork protectors (those luscious long legs), and a supermoto side stand (I love when she kicks her hip out just so). I give it all to her gladly, for already in the short time we've been together, I feel younger, more enthused and infused with life. It's like "first ride" all over again.

Sure, we have our differences. She refuses to take a place behind others in public, insisting on strutting defiantly between and past the queues of 4-legged, slower creatures.
Neither will she hold her tongue, going anything but quietly- roaring, even barking forcefully, kicking for the sky (but that's for another chatroom...).
Yet how she teaches and inspires me, that man is meant to travel- quickly, lightly, surefootedly, looking often skyward. And that leaning far to one extreme is miraculously balanced out by an immediate leaning to the other.

Yes, I'll be the first to admit it- I'm smitten. As my Dad would always say of my Mom- "I chased her and chased her until she caught me."

Well, she owns me, I'm her boy, and I'm ever grateful to both Damians.