bic_bicknell
Hello Superduke forum Christmas people (Especially Colonel Klink and Shade - for me, you both made the last few years riding on the road with other people special, thank you)
Had all my five kids with me for Christmas. Good times. For those that don't know that's two 8 month old twins and a two year old and a 9 year old daughter who flew in from LA and my oldest 18 year old son, (who's into vitage VW Beetles, not bikes )
So I'm well tired out and the amount of meals I've cooked and cleaned up for and the list of domestic disasters and stresses has left me well done in.
So finally I get a chance and I sneak out into the garage and sit a while with a glass of red wine and a sneaky fag, (I gave up years ago), and sit with my loverly Superduke and just look at it and love the way it makes me feel. Amy has gone over to her parents for the night and I've got the two oldest ones with me, after dinner I insist that I have an hour or so of "MY" time so we watch Closer to the Edge, (the TT film from last year about Guy Martin), and I feel the need to commune with the bike so go out and sit there with it for ten minutes.
Feel content and happy. This is one hell of a good bike. I've been in a relationship with it for five years, I've had Ducatis which were prettier, Kawasakis which were more iconic and Triumphs which drew more attention, but this is the bike for me. I've seen it through some great times, tracked it, crashed it, Sunday blasted it. Been in hospital for it, sweated blood for it. Cleaned it, cared for it, bled for it. Done stuff for it, built it, bought stuff for it, sacrificed things for it.
Had arguments for it. Sometimes threatened my relationship for it. Sometimes Amy hates it. I hate Amy for resenting it. But she does understand in the final analysis.
Happy Christmas to my KTM Superduke. I love you!
Had all my five kids with me for Christmas. Good times. For those that don't know that's two 8 month old twins and a two year old and a 9 year old daughter who flew in from LA and my oldest 18 year old son, (who's into vitage VW Beetles, not bikes )
So I'm well tired out and the amount of meals I've cooked and cleaned up for and the list of domestic disasters and stresses has left me well done in.
So finally I get a chance and I sneak out into the garage and sit a while with a glass of red wine and a sneaky fag, (I gave up years ago), and sit with my loverly Superduke and just look at it and love the way it makes me feel. Amy has gone over to her parents for the night and I've got the two oldest ones with me, after dinner I insist that I have an hour or so of "MY" time so we watch Closer to the Edge, (the TT film from last year about Guy Martin), and I feel the need to commune with the bike so go out and sit there with it for ten minutes.
Feel content and happy. This is one hell of a good bike. I've been in a relationship with it for five years, I've had Ducatis which were prettier, Kawasakis which were more iconic and Triumphs which drew more attention, but this is the bike for me. I've seen it through some great times, tracked it, crashed it, Sunday blasted it. Been in hospital for it, sweated blood for it. Cleaned it, cared for it, bled for it. Done stuff for it, built it, bought stuff for it, sacrificed things for it.
Had arguments for it. Sometimes threatened my relationship for it. Sometimes Amy hates it. I hate Amy for resenting it. But she does understand in the final analysis.
Happy Christmas to my KTM Superduke. I love you!