Took this on my phone when I drove past it the other day. To my unrefined eyes, it certainly looks stock; there was nothing that I could percieve to differentiate it from another gixxer, but, damn it, it’s a gixxer, and they are just so beautiful to me.
This is where we find ourselves.
It’s a beautiful day to regret having to work
Another look at those kooky headlights
Someone messaged me the following question:
Do you know of any bikes for sales under 3k?
If you use websites like Craigslist to find listings, you can get a lot of bikes under 3k. Used, of course.
Here are some questions to narrow it down for you — do you know what engine strength you’d want? How much experience do you have?
If you’re okay with a 250, you can get a Ninja 250, Rebel 250, CBR 250, etc. for under 3k pretty easily, and they wouldn’t be too old, either, and they are probably gonna be in good, if a not perfect, condition.
What do you think?
I think that I’ve lost touch a bit with what makes me love my bike. It’s easy—really easy, for some— to see other beautiful rides and think, “Man, if I had that!” Grass is always greener, and all that.
Sometimes, I’ll get ready to ride and I’ll see the scratches, dents, imperfections on the Rapture and wish they weren’t there.
Sure, it’s nice when the ride is flawless, when it’s brand spanking new, but that doesn’t last, and that’s the immutable nature that the poets once wrote about.
But here’s the thing: each dent, each scratch, each imperfection tells a story of great times had. This bike is a huge part of my life, as I’m sure your bikes are for you. They just aren’t the same as other objects. There’s something that approaches the spiritual when you’re alone with your ride and your thoughts in uncharted territory, a redding sunset behind you and an open unknown ahead. You get scars, you get dings, you get scrapes throughout life, and it’s only fitting that the extension of yourself does, too. Love each, and ride long.
That’s a true biker’s creed.