Before we left California (over a year and a half ago) Jon's motorcycle broke down. He didn't want to fix it again just to have it break down again on the ride back to Washington. He sold it and we agreed we would get him a new one as soon as we could. Then we bought a house. And a car. And a new furnace. He has been so patient! Now, finally, he has a motorcycle again. He's such a happy man!
Parked safely in the garage...
...and out in the wild world.
Jon has taken me on a couple rides now and it's a great bike. It's really comfortable and lots of fun.
He's been riding it to work daily and I told him the other day that I didn't want him to feel like he has to ride it (because to me, it seems like a burden; I would totally pick my car over a bike) and he just laughed at me. He loves it so much. It's definitely not a hardship for him to ride to work everyday.
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