So I had bought this KZ400 back in 91, much to the dismay of my wife. I had it for 2 years or so and it was a big piece of crap--running on both cylinders once in a while. She finally made me sell it using the "me or the bike" tactic. No contest, I chose her.
For years I had not spoken bikes, thought bikes, dreamt bikes--nothing. It would just have to be something I did in my next life, for I value my wife more than anything else.
For my 30th birthday last year, I was getting a " big surprise". My wife picked me up from work to go get it. I had no idea of what it was going to be or where we were going. When we pulled into the moto dealership I was thinking "Oh crap. She went and did something totally stupid. She bought a jetski or some damn thing...".
As we go in, all the salespeople (ALL) were saying "Hi Christa", "So this is him? Right on". (Most times moto dealer types only acknowledge the male) We go up to where this guy is taking the "sold" sign (not the "hold" sign off a new 98 F3. He smiles and says "What color helmet do you want?".
I just stood there for 5 minutes looking at the bike, not even touching it, wondering A) if the dream would end as soon as I got on it and B)what variety of moto-aliens had abducted my wife. Is she trying to kill me ran through my mind...
She had shopped for it. Educated herself on motorcycless. Picked it out and PAID FOR IT. All by herself. I was and continue to be totally amazed at the turnaround in her attitude toward bikes. Why? I guess I really don't care. I got a new bike!
In 300 miles she had tired of riding on the back and wanted lessons how to ride it herself. 3 weeks after I had picked my bike up, she went and bought herself a Ninja 500. We have had the bikes just over a year now and have had some great riding together.
Life is good.