seriously, how old am i? part II
May 9, 2008
I’m a bit of a puss when it comes to motors. I drive mostly like a grandma (according to my kids, who are constantly telling me what a great and crazy driver their friend’s dad, Errol is), I’m kind of afraid of dying (I know, I’m WHACK I tell you), and everyone seems to have bigger balls than me. Kim’s dad has a Ferrari, and when he let Kim and me take it out from Park City, I drove fast in a straight line for about 10 seconds. Kim took it almost to Evanston, and was racing Audis and BMWs up twisty canyons.
So it’s a little weird that Kim and I bought motorcycles last Fall. Well, weird for ME I guess, not for Kim. I got a Kawasaki Versys, which is kind of a street version of a Supermoto. It’s cool, it’s red, and pretty darn comfortable. Kim got a Ducati, a Monster 695.
Sunday I had my family up for a bbq, and my brothers Steve and Rob took the bikes down the hill into Highland and back up a few times. The hill is a wide, four lane, low traffic, big twisty road, about 4 miles. Perfect for going fast on. And I do, on my bicycle.
Steve and Rob had big grins when they got back. Rob started jabbering about how fast they got going (triple digits), and how he kept looking back expecting Steve to have dropped off, but how Steve was always right there with him.
“And that’s when it hit me” he said. “I was with STEVE, not YOU. Steve’s not the puss.”