That’s What Friends Are For

That’s What Friends Are For

My long standing fascination with the BMW 1150/12GSs is no secret to anyone who knows me. Outside of the sheer expense of obtaining one of the new big GSs, I also have a well documented fear of not being able to work with the big, tall, behemoth if I were to get it into a position that isn’t ‘perfect’. So I carry on with my someday pipedream and enjoy the fantasy of being able to handle the big GS on one foot, in loose gravel, facing downhill on a slope in the rain.

Then my dear friend whose name i will change to… um, let’s see.. Craig… comes along with this: ‘This might be right up your alley…’, ‘F800GS… Just your size..’

Do I need this shit from you, Craig? Do i need to know that the big lug of my misty eyed fantasy has a little brother that is just my size? And i know, i just KNOW it is dying to go home with me. I thought you were my friend but what do you do? You fill my obsessive mind with possibility. Now for the last few days I have been haunted by ‘maybe’ and ‘I think there is room in the garage.’

I’m in hell. I need to sell a kidney.

6 Replies to “That’s What Friends Are For”

  1. Mwahahahaha…. er, um *rubs neck* hey, I’m just sayin’

    I did finally ride a 12GS, they are kinda cool…

    Tell you what, we’ll just go and get two, one for you, one for me. That way, it won’t seem so bad 🙂

  2. I’ll offer to ease the pain by getting one as well.

    Then we can all ride to Barrow, Alaska, just for the principle of taking these bikes on the off-beaten path.

    Coincidentally, I also have a kidney I’m not really using either.

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