To make it worse, my Dad has always talked about them. To be more specific, he has always wanted one as well. When my parents divorced, I was about 12 years old, and I moved with my Mom, younger Brother, and younger Sister to Utah. We had just come from Southern California, and it was a rough move for me to say the least. I left everything that I knew behind me. Around this time, my Dad had started sending me post cards with a letter / message on the back. These post cards, of course, were Harley Davidson post cards. Each one I received was a different year or model of a Harley. This sealed my infatuation and love for these bikes.
Over the next decade or so of my teenage years, I grew to love the "Bobber" style motorcycles. There was a number of different times in my life that I put serious thought into buying a bike, but the timing was never right. I almost even bought one while I was married and living in Idaho. It wasn't a Harley, but I still thought it was a hot bike. But yet again, the timing wasn't right. It didn't happen.
Like my Dad, I always tended to have a nagging sense of what was practical and what wasn't. Being married, I always felt like buying a motorcycle just wasn't practical. It always seemed that I had more important things that I needed to do with my money, and so, it never happened.
Things have changed. I'm not married anymore. I'm single, I have a great job and am making decent money, and now I have a lot more free time on my hands. Over the past couple of years, a lot has changed in my life, and I've had to sort of reinvent myself. I've had to do a lot of soul searching, and in a sense, feel like I've started over in life. At times, this has been pretty disappointing. I've felt like I sacrificed everything for my family previously, and now, I don't really have anything to show for it. I have my Daughter, of course, but I don't have anything else to show for all my hard work. I want to do something for myself finally, and make that dream a reality.
Why shouldn't I have a bike? I can't think of any reason why at this point. I've heard the arguments about how safe motorcycles are, or aren't for that matter. I'm not looking for danger necessarily, but I am OK with it. Come what may. I figure that if it's my time to go, then it's my time to go. There are plenty of other "unsafe" things we expose ourselves to in life. I am not going to let that kind of fear stop me.
The next issue has been, not finding the right bike. I recently fell in love with a particular Harley, and have lusted after it ever since. This bike is the Iron 883, Harley Davidson Sportster. Matte Black. It's the new hotness. I went down to the Timpanogos Harley Davidson store recently to take a better look, and still loved it. The only real issue was that at 6 ft. tall, and weighing in around 210 lbs, I am a little too big for that model. The bike is just a little too small for me. It's still pretty powerful, but it is just physically too small for me. It really bummed me out too, because I absolutely loved the look of the bike.
Recently, I started looking at different bikes again, and finally found one that I think fits me better, and I still really love. It's still a Sportster, but not the Iron 883 model. This one is called the Nightster. It's basically the same body as the Iron 883, but on a 1200 engine. There are of course other differences, but all in all, I really love it. It will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine. Again, it is all about timing. I would love to get it this year, but it's just not in the cards. I've got a few other things to take care of and resolve first. But next year will be my year. This is of course barring any unforeseen travesties that will require better application of my budget. I am crossing my fingers that things finally pan out this year, and that I am able to pull it off and finally get my bike.
These are of course just a few examples of course of some different custom options for the Nightster. I seriously LOVE this bike though. Next year will be my year. :)
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