gsferrari
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Last 48 hours with my Busa...
I've been going out on rides all weekend and have a few hours today and tomorrow before I have to leave to India. I just love my bike SOOO much...like her more and more every time I get on her and on the gas...
She feels faster now than ever before (probably the cold air) and more agile than ever before...I feel completely in the zone every time I ride - like my butt belongs here.
I thought I was going to be depressed...yes I did get a bit depressed and my health took a tumble as a result. Right now though - it is like staring into the barrel of a loaded shotgun (which I have done in the past when the place where I work was robbed)...I know I cannot stay here any longer and I cant take her with me to my country because of the communist bastids that run the show there under the veil of democracy...
*sigh*
I just want this auction on ebay to end and for someone to take her away from me. I dont care if there is a new Hayabusa or a faster Hayabusa...I want my bike...
There are other busa's like it but this one is mine - it is a special bond that I guess only servicemen will understand...the bond between man and machine. Their life depends on that relationship - my mental and physical health seem to depend on that relationship as well.
I guess, at the end of the day I can go back and say "I had a Hayabusa..." and be the hero to the youth there who are stuck with pathetic mopeds pandered as exciting bikes. The biggest and baddest bike there is a 500cc single cylinder dinosaur that costs roughly $2300.00
And I already have one of those...
Should my ride go into storage - it will mean that I have something to look forward to when I return and it will make me work my butt off to get back here again. Having arrived on these shores in 2002 and been here since - I am 100% american...I have culture shock when I go back to India. My accent doesnt work anymore and I cannot go back to the Indian way of doing business, socializing...well - maybe I can but it will not be easy.
Geez...what a rant!! I wish I knew a congressman/senator
All I can say is - life throws everyone a turd filled sack that bursts open upon contact. This happens on a regular basis and everyone thinks that their bag is bigger than everyone elses's - my bag seems to be huge and especially pungent - but I think I can wash it off and keep going...
Just let me live my "busaless" life vicariously through you guys
Ride On!! Cya'll from the other side of the world in a short while...