Why must I be afflicted with this???
Riding past a motorcycle shop, it is hard to not look. What sales are going on? Any special events? Free goodies? Is there a Kawasaki Versys in their used inventory? A Suzuki SV650? Maybe a little Yamaha TW200 as a change of pace.
Maybe... Just maybe there is an old machine out back that just needs a little TLC. Maybe an old Honda Nighthawk with a bee's nest in the carburetor, its soul on standby.
Why is it I crane my neck anytime I see a for-sale sign near a bike? Maybe it's a good deal. Maybe the owner low-sided his BMW R1200GS and got spooked, wanting to sell it for only $500, just to get away from it.
Honestly, unless someone was giving away a motorcycle right now, I couldn't afford it. For some unknown, illogical reason, that doesn't matter. I still stop at the local dealer about once a week. I still pull over when I see a motorcycle for sale. Heck, for that matter, I still look at Craigs List once in a while.
Be it masochism, or an affliction or a slight obsession, There is nothing I would trade for it. Well, except maybe an Aprilia Shiver. Then I would think about it.