One of the last pictures I took of my satin black Honda Magna
You know, the problem with owning motorcycles; working on them, getting acquainted with them, enjoying them often and creating lasting memories with them, is that it makes giving them up all the more difficult. What's more, often when you give them up, it's to some Craigslist punk that you know (or think) won't give the bike the same affection that you did.
That time has come for me often. I travel for extended periods of time, and therefore it's senseless to hold onto a bike if I'm going to be out of the country for nearly a year…right? Help me justify my loss. I'm pretty sure, yes, that to have a bike sitting without rider for a year, racking up DMV fees, yes that's senseless. Though that's not to say I don't do it. I still have a KLR650 sitting on a farm in the middle of Costa Rica. So what's that saying?
Anyway, to the bike at hand. My Magna. My 1994 VF750c Magna to be precise. It now resides with a new tenant to occupy its' seat (coincidentally, someone just up from Costa Rica). So I must let go. I must say goodbye from the other side of the world, as I wasn't even around to see it off.
Let's not allow me to get too dramatic though, I only bought it in Novemeber, when my last backpacking trip ended. But nonetheless in that time I have taken it both near and far, from San Diego to San Francisco (I meant to go to Vancouver but bought an RV part way through. You see it was raining, and my girlfriend was on the back, and…oh nevermind. It's a long story). I rode it daily to and from work, to friends' houses, to the beach. I poured over it for hours giving it new paint and new parts and a new tire. It took and took and I gave and gave, because I loved it so.
But all romances must end (wait no, that can't be right), so it is time to let go. Farewell Magna, go make your new rider happy.