One week and only 322 miles.

The little time I got on the bike was fun. It rained a lot and I'm recovering from a car accident seeing chiropractor 3x/week so my back is not the best.

Impressions: The 919 is a nice bike. It has the pick up for a fun around town bike and can travel at highway speeds without rattling you to death. I do miss a wind blocker at those speeds and she is not as smooth as I would wish, but she is the ultimate trade off motorcycle. She can do...

Hopped up and rode her to Chiropractor. Was late, so did an imitation of a parachute driving there: those that know, know what that means.

Ten dollars to fill her up... loving it! Not loving dealership --they didn't fill tank. Gas light came on at 88 miles.

Had a couple personal things that took up most of the day... overall not a lot of miles, but definitely a lot of love. Everyone appreciates the classic lines

Miles: 112.

Woke up, ran out the door and rode her across town to meet out-of-town fatherly-parental-type-figure who of course disproves of me buying another motorcycle... I stopped caring when they dropped me off at college at 18. I put myself through college and have been independent ever since.

Went over to visit mother-parental-type-figure who at least tells the truth most of the time and I daily help (I have two honey-do lists). Chatted for a few minutes and went back to my 9er.... birds...

(Note: sorry this was posted as comment also, learning the blog controls on here...)

Go to the dealer. Salesman said they were working on it, I went back there they said they were waiting on salesman to bring battery... regurgitate, repeat....

2 hours later Salesman handing me key telling me not to keep it at same RPM for long time. Good advice, I like/am following advice here 919.org for breakin (click it I won't retype here). Miles 5 on Odo.

First corner...

... or the slightly amusing ramblings of an obnoxious disabled vet.

I dedicate this blog to rambling on (mostly) about my life riding my new 919 and my history as a rider.

Disclaimer: I advise no one to read this. It is not worth your time and will only lead to mental anguish over the delusion ramblings of a PTS afflicted vet. No resemblance to any person real or otherwise. Sanity does not apply.