I have somewhere between seven and nine vehicles, depending on how you count. Yes, I realize this is ridiculous, but hey... lots of people have lots of ridiculous kicks... so mine is busted ass old scooters and motorcycles. Anyway, with that many speedometers (most of which are functional), you'd think that seeing one of them turn over an even thousand wouldn't be a big deal, but for some reason I always feel proud when it happens.
"Hey, look at you! Another thousand miles without killing me!!"
Last night, as I hit my last half block to home, the V-Strom turned 16,000 miles. I'd spent the preceding five minutes or so staring at the "15999", having thoughts alternating between "I wonder if I'll hit it before I get to the house" and "If only that one were a five, then that'd be a decent full house". When I got up in to the garage, I turned off the bike, and then turned it back on so I could commemorate the occasion with the photo below. Then I went inside, forgetting to turn the bike back off, so I found one very flat battery when I attempted to leave this afternoon. It's a good thing I had six to eight other vehicles available.
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