Rest easy mom, the bikes are gone...

Empty nest indeed.
My mom always worries about me having motorcycles because they are dangerous.
She worries about me drag racing, road raging, 130 MPH straightaways with hard braking in corners at ridiculous speeds and passing in non passing zones and  splitting lanes in traffic. I don't blame her, sometimes I don't know why i'm still alive.
So mom, you can rest easy now, I'v sold the motorcycle.
With the need in my life for toys that make my mom nervous, I didn't last long before replacing the bike with a little slower vehicle.
We bought a boat.
Not a speed boat, nothing too fast, nothing too scary.
We bought a fishing boat, an Aquasport 175 Osprey with a 90 HP Johnson. It tops out at 40MPH.
More sedated than the breakneck speeds of Harley Davidson powered Buell motorcycles.
We live on an 8 square mile island with thousands of miles of reef around us.  It just makes sense that we take advantage of the bounty of the ocean.
Fishing for permit, snapper, grouper, and cobia and deeper water fish like tuna and mahi-mahi.
Spearfishing too. That's the only way to catch tasty hogfish.
So mom, rest assured that were not driving fast and taking as many chances.
All you have to worry about now is sneaky storms, getting lost, running aground, sharks, and mild cases of drowning...
Dont worry mom,  we have life jackets.
Lets hope we dont have to use 'em!

...empty nest blues

I sold my last motorcycle today.
Its a sad day indeed.

I have had as many as 7 bikes at any one time in the garage in the last few years. Some ride-able  some projects, some ride-able projects.
Slowly; I've either lost interest, finished and sold them or just plain gotten rid of them one by one.
I also sold my mountain bike...
I think I was more sad to see that one go.
Its amazing what you don't need here in Key West.
I am keeping the Vespa though. White lightning is running as good as ever.
It really rattles alot but its a good ol' scoot... Its gonna rust out like everything does around here. It's kind of a shame as the Vespa is 34 years old. But all good things will pass. Like owning a fleet of motorcycles or too many bicycles... or living in Key West...
Although the wife reminded me today why I sold the bike.... it was to finance a little fishing boat...
so keep a watchful eye out for the next installment... afloat!