By Dennis Dumapias
(There are ‘first-world problems,’ and then there are ‘Dennis-first-world problems’…)
Part of the fun in dreaming is finally having that which you hope to attain. The ultimate goal. The thing you’ve desired the most. But what happens when you achieve something sooner than you could’ve expected? What happens when you finally have that one thing you’ve always desired, the culmination of where you’ve been trying to get to?
It’s happened to everybody. Some successes can and do come swiftly. Even wishful dreams can surprisingly become a reality.
It’s happened to me before, and I find myself in the midst of this cursed gift again now.
It’s been awhile since I’ve bought a new-to-me motorcycle and quite frankly, I’ve been getting that itch now halfway into 2019. The problem is that I can’t seem to find any bike that I’d be willing to scratch the itch with. Not at the expense of my F4.
It’s dawned on me now that the problem with finally having the motorcycle you’ve most desired is that you could be left without wanting any more. On the one hand I still feel the habitual itch here and there, but on the other hand can I even be bothered to scratch it? And with what?
In the highest echelon of my motorcycle dreams sat the MV Agusta F4, the most beautiful production motorcycle ever made – the most beautiful motorcycle I realistically saw myself owning. Sure, there have been many other beautiful motorcycles created over the past two decades since it was first introduced into the world, but none have left me desiring the way the F4 did. (Maybe I’m too much of a 90’s by-product as far as aesthetics go; after all, the most beautiful car I hope to one day own is Mazda’s third-generation RX-7.)
And here I am now, sitting on top of the bike that sat atop my dreams for so long, and leaves me with this ‘problem’ of not caring to try anything else. The novelty of owning my F4 trumps all other novelties I could be offered. But is this really happening now? Is my revolving garage door finally shut firm?
My body and mind are still restless, hoping to get their fix on a new steed, but the heart doesn’t seem to care enough to heed.
And here I am wondering if I’m finally in an enviable position, or will I find myself just envious of my friends still moto-wanting.
Like I said…Dennis-first-world problems…