Last month, I hit the milestone. I’d been managing around one-thousand miles a month since I got the bike; Winter had caused this to slip in January, when I had lost most of that month to bad weather. I knew I’d get back on target when summer came around; and so it came to pass.
From this year, a number things have stood out:
- Motorbikes are a lot of work. A lot. Like, fucking seriously.
- Two sets of tires, a new chain and sprocket set, a valve inspection and adjustment, twelve quarts of oil, four oil filters, a set of brake pads and a replacement rear rotor.
- Cheap running costs are obliterated by the amount of biking-related stuff you will buy.
- Dealerships are full of worthless, lazy arseholes. The service departments are particularly well-represented.
- At six months, I realised I knew nothing about riding after three months. At twelve months, I realised I knew nothing at six. This seems set to continue, and I love it.
- Most people,here in Western Pennsylvania, do not accumulate one-thousand miles a month. Perhaps one-tenth of that is more common. I want to write more about this another time.
- I don’t blog enough; that’s my fault, but as a fact if not an excuse, I have been very busy. Family, work, and riding.
Quite a bit has changed since my previous blog entry in March. My first full Summer of riding, for starters. It was wonderful. Of course, as much as I love my bike, I want something else now. I’ve been here before. We will see.
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