How many times have you thought to yourself: I’m such an onion head but I don’t have a motorcycle? It wasn’t until 2003, while looking at job listings, I came across an ad for a motorcycle delivery rider. Something clicked and after reading magazines and websites, books, and forums, I finally bought my first bike in December of 2006. I’d ridden friends’ bikes in my 20s but this was my first bike and it was brand-spanking new.
I crashed it in 2008. A total loss and a broken hand. But that was okay because I was ready for a new bike and the insurance was there to assist me. I bought my ’08 Bonneville on 08/08/08 and named it “Ocho”, a name which never stuck. The Harley Sportster I’d owned previously was named “Sarge” and that name stuck. I have called this bike “Ocho”, “Chuckwalla”, and “El Cuervo” (The Crow). But names just seem to slide off the sleek, shiny black paint, dripping down the blacked-out engine and lay in a puddle beneath the frame. That’s all that drips down there; not an oil spot to be seen on my garage floor.