The Fickle Facts of Love

I said that I'd always be true and that I'd never look at another. I lied.

Usually I commit for life. I make my decision to "hang in there" and work through the problems together. Not that we've had any real issues. I've maintained my end of the relationship dutifully and with vigour. We regularly went out together forming a tight bond that I thought would never break. It was as much a surprise to me as anyone when out of the blue I said,"That's it, it's over".
Tim had been at me to get a new one but I always said no, until I saw a candy coloured Boulevard in pristine condition with only 3000 ks on it. The price tag a tad high which led me to look at brand newies.
"I think I might just forget it for the time being. It's not the right time". I'd gone the length of three states alone just me and my Shadow. I tagged along with Tim on his 'first BIG ride', we've pored over maps and through magazines planning more adventures together. Its been okay till now and she'll do for along while to come!

We were away with the gang in Bowen when the phone rang. It was Tom checking to see if I still want to sell my bike. I spluttered a little and told him a price. "My mate will be around to see ya tomorrow."
The ride home was sad for me thinking that this may be the last ride together. We cleaned her and slapped some polish on her and we waited.
Monday afternoon: Young man turns up. "Yes I'll take it"
Tuesday : Ran around and got road worthy and rego papers sorted ready for new owner to come and take her away. He came. They went. I'm bikeless!
Wednesday AM : Out test riding bikes and eliminating what I don't want and deciding that I will always be a cruiser chick.
Thursday: Picked up my new Boulevard M50 and took her for a 150k trip straight off.
It's different!