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For some reason, many people tell me that I don't know what I'm missing when I ride my bike sans an iPod. Supposedly there is nothing like riding down the road to your favorite tunes. Perhaps this is true for some, but not for me. I like to listen to the sound of her motor, the way she shifts, and the various sounds her rubber makes on different types of pavement.
Now granted I love classic Rolling Stones, but when it comes to my bike, her motor is the primary thing I want to listen to. She's throaty and every now and again let's her mind be known. She's been known to shoot a baffle out her tailpipe -- you instantly hear her get even deeper in sound under the "clinkity-clink-clink" as the baffle bounces along the pavement behind you. She also likes the fact that she will ocassionaly shoot flames from her baffle-less pipe. Alas, the baffle will be reinstalled as it's for her good.
I know some readers will be thinking at this point that I'm not quite right in the head as you mutter to yourself that motorcycles are inanimate objects. In my opinion, any true biker is going to know that their ride has a very distinct personality with likes and dislikes.
I love the fact that Superstition talks to me in her own way. She lets me know what she's feeling like that day -- whether it's mellow or feisty. She rarely flat out doesn't like something but when she does (i.e. she doesn't like certain people riding bitch on her) I always follow her vibe and respect it.
Superstition has taken me from Dallas to the Golden Gate Bridge in one direction and the Tail of the Dragon in other. She's my only mode of transportation and I am only too happy to indulge her as my iPod sits safely at my loft and I listen to the beautiful sounds of her 1450cc.
