The discussion on money and where it's going to be headed with the bike made us realize we'll be damn near the same price as a new C90, but buying a bike near five years old, or we could just go buy a C90, pay a thousand more, and have a factory warranty and all the goodies.
It wasn't that difficult a decision.
So, the current plan as it exists today:
- Order/buy the bike we want: A C90T with the full tour package in the white/gold scheme.
- Sign my ass up for the Rider Course through MSF. There are three places in town that do it with various schedules. I just have to figure out which one fits my schedule.
- Have dad or one of my cycling buddies run my bike out to one of the various big-ass parking lots around my area so I can put a couple hours into slow riding, maneuvers, and getting used to the weight and not be a total spazz when I get to the class. Hey, it's been a few years.
- Do the class.
Or something generally like that.
Got my thick padded jeans which were bought for other purposes and only really worn a couple times. Got my big ol' work shoes. Still need to get some upper body covering that feels adequate, gloves, and helmet that fits my current head as opposed to the head I had at fifteen. Outside of that, pretty much just a matter of practice where there's no traffic for a few days and getting myself official.
I spent most of last evening investigating the proper path to the MSF riding course. I believe the preceeding paragraph should cover anything I need to get there.
Once it was all settled, I got a lot of "I'm just daydreaming about riding around with you on a motorcycle" from Mrs. NFB last night. She's almost as excited as I am. I warned her, give me time. I'm not gonna jump on the bike first day, have her strap herself on behind me and go interstate right off the bat. I'm not so head-in-the-clouds as to think I'll just be ready to handle it day one just because I used to ride cycle constantly a few years back. She seems to understand that because she realizes I'm a safety nut when it comes to my two wheelers. Still doesn't stop her from bitching that I'm gonna make her wear a helmet though.
"How am I gonna kiss you when we get on the bike if I have to wear a helmet?"
"Hmm. No kiss for the chance to keep your face if we lay it down? I'll take that risk."
"You're an asshole."
"I'm an asshole for caring?"
"We're gonna look like dorks!"
"Again, I'll take that risk."
"Fine. But I'm not happy about it.
She came at it from every angle. What do we do when we ride it somewhere? Lock them on the bike somehow. How will we talk? At stops, with the visors flipped up. What if there's a problem? You can tap on me to let me know.
It doesn't seem that difficult to me, but she's very not thrilled with the helmet idea. But, if this is our biggest tension point this year, which it has been so far, I guess we're doing alright. She knows I really am just trying to protect us both in this case, so despite her protests, I know she'll do it.
So, there's much excitement around the NFB house today. Aside from the helmet discussion, both of us are happy to have the course plotted and know it's now just a matter of time.
Gotta call insurance today and get the quotes for pre-class and post-class. Maybe I'll see if the dealer has a special "buy a bike get the class" deal. And then it's all go.
It'll be nice to leave the car at home a few days a week. Work's just far enough away to make pedal cycling there during rush hour a super bitch problem. Motorcycling seems a much better choice. I'm not exactly sure why this didn't occur to either of us before this year. Ah well, better late than skipping the party.
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