Love is a weird thing. It can
happen anytime and to anybody. You can
be walking down the street, minding your own business, and BAM! The cupid
strikes you with what seems to be his bow, because he ran out of arrows.
This is what normal people experience.
I have experienced what others can only comprehend as, outrageous. I won’t go
as far as to call them wrong. Yes I am in love;
my heart has been conquered by not one, but two Japanese beauties.
One of them is Uni, named after
the mythical creature, Unicorn, one that is hard to capture, and the other goes
by the name of Eri, which is Hebrew for My
Guardian and Japanese for Blessed
Prize. Uni is my first love; have her for about 10 years now. Eri is
my, year old, second love. Yes, I am in love with my motorcycles, I am obsessed
with them. If I could, I would bring them into the home everyday
You may think of it as absurd. But
I challenge you to travel to any corner on this planet, and find a person who
takes pride in being a part of this brotherhood but does not love his
motorcycle. There is a reason for this.
We believe that every motorcycle
has her own persona, a character. They are not machines, they have souls in them, and they can feel
everything that is going on around them, and with me.
They have a mind of their own.
There have been times when my mind was prepared for the worst, but then they
just do something on their own and my butt is saved. They just take things into
their hands, and at the end of it, give the most beautiful and assuring smile that
says, “I will always look after you!” Then I have to just stop and give them a
kiss, in public.
They feel every emotion of mine -
when I feel sad, I go out for a ride, take one of them and just go somewhere.
On the way I talk with her, tell what’s been eating my mind. I don’t need words
for that but. They have telepathic powers, if you will. The connection at the
bars and the steed is enough, and this is true for all
emotions. When I am happy she’ll be excited, sometimes, even more than I am.
After a long hard day at work, just the mere sight of her, standing
there with her welcoming eyes that say “Come on honey, let’s go”, is enough to
take away half the stress. Rest of it taken care of while she takes me home.
Isn't this what everyone wants
from their better half?
She is always there for me, at all times. But she can
also get upset, throw tantrums, want to be pampered and she’s absolutely right
in doing that. She just stops in middle of the road if she gets angry; then comes a session of
pleading and requesting and some sweet talking before her grin gives a way to
the most beautiful smile.
I have found myself ogling at
them for no apparent reason, just staring at them, tracing every curve and
line, over and over. I can’t help it. Show me a way to bring them inside my
home and you will find my lounger facing the bike, all the time.
My motorcycles have always been
faithful to me; never have let me down in time of need. Their sweet voices always
bring a smile to my face. All they ask in return is that I treat them with
respect and care.
Even the smallest scratch brings
a tear to my eye. Given an option between mending and replacing, I choose
replacing – I don’t want my bike to look like a bloody Frankenstein’s Monster!
Motorcycles are a thing of beauty. To each his own, but I love the way my bikes look.
They are meant for me, not for anybody else.
I also ogle at other motorcycles,
and my motorcycles don’t mind it at all. Let’s see if your girlfriend or wife will
let you ogle at other females! You’ll be probably spending a night on the couch
then.
This obsession, attraction,
desire, lust, love, lunacy, call it whatever you want, is not what normal people
can understand and I am glad that I am not normal! So next you meet me, don’t
ask me if I am single, I am happily in a relationship with just two beauties…
..For now!