The Babe

So. Having realised the Bastard's not for me, sulking away, thinking of all the money lost. Again. Going for an espresso at my favourite store. An hour and a half later I had signed the papers for 900 SS i.e., 2001, nearly 50000 k's on the clock, but one owner who's been treating this Babe like a princess. Öhlins front and rear. ISR discs. All in a very nice condition for a one year old bike with 10000 k's on the clock, let alone this 8 year old dream with 5 times the milage.

My only concern is that I'm sure I will wreck all this beauty. She's to become my track-whore. Ok. I will take away a lot of the shine bits for storage, but still. It's not like I will actually try to crash her. But shit does happen when I'm around. History says.

Arriving at Casa Liebig

15 hours later.