Curses! Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Actually, that isn’t exactly accurate. I’ve been the bride. Always the bride of Frankenstein, maybe? That seems more appropriate given the green theme of my post.
For 2007 Triumph has released the Speed Triple in the finest color known to the human retina. Roulette Green. Looks like I prematurely Triumphed. I know, I know. It happens to everyone, right?
I found this in my picture archive from the 2000 bikeshow here in NYC.
Mop of unruly hair?
Goofy, Perplexed Look?
Looks like old habits die hard, I guess.
Long have I loved you, Roulette Green Speed Triple. Beautiful, Roulette Green Speed Triple. Why will you not come to nuzzle yourself into the safety of my loving embrace? Have I not touted your greatness even to the most fervent non-believer? Have I not adamantly proclaimed my undying love for you to the Triumph dealers within a 100-mile radius?
Ugly, they say.
I LAUGH in their FACES! Buffoons. They mock what they do not understand.
It looks like antifreeze, they cry out.
Hot, scalding, beams shoot from my eyes, nearly incinerating them on sight. I’ve defended your honor, faithfully. And still I suffer from this unrequited love.
For years, I thought Don Henley was just a dirty looking hobo who’s pants probably smell like an ashtray and that he may be harboring a family of field mice in his chest hair, but it is at this moment that I have come to realize the heartfelt truth and beauty that he has given to the world. I can tell you my love for you will still be strong, after the boys of summer have gone…
Someday Roulette Green Speed Triple. Someday; you and me. We’ll dance, lady.