I've always loved motorbikes so I got a loan and bought one. Long story short, a group of mamas boys from Wesley vandalised it one night and it had to be scrapped. Bye bye poor bike.
So I was bikeless with a loan and very cross. What does one do? Goes out, gets another damn loan and buys an even bigger bike. And moves away from Wesley. Clearly.
Everything is wonderful when you can drive your own vehicle around. You can go where you want when you want - the feeling of freedom is amazing. No more asking the folks for lifts, no missing parties or nights out cuz you can't get to the venue - your bike/car will bring you! YAY!
But as time goes on, you remember you need petrol every few days. You need to insure and tax it. If you drive to a night out and promise a lift to someone you can't drink for the night. If the damn thing breaks down, you're screwed.
My bike has broken down 7 times in the last 4 months. The first 6 times was a battery fault (dodgy parts sold by even dodgier dealers) so it only cost the price of one battery to fix. Thats ok. But then the last time it broke down, it appears I've burnt out the regulator. I don't know what that is but Honda wanna charge me €600 for it! Madness I said. So we found someone else who won't force me into selling my family to fix it.
I love my bike. I really do. But the heartache and wallet-ache it causes makes me wonder why I even bother with driving sometimes.
Monday, October 5, 2009
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