I don’t have very many riding hours under my belt, so each time I do one of these ‘what I want‘ posts it’s a good idea to take them with a grain of salt. As my riding experience and knowledge build my interests morph. New information changes what I pine for.
But then I actually got on one and kept thinking: “Where the hell is my right foot?”
For some reason I wasn’t bothered about the left side, but on my right it felt my foot was too far back –– just hovering somewhere in space behind my butt. I never had the physical awareness of the rear brake pedal that I would have liked. I didn’t feel comfortable hurtling toward the chaos of a roundabout this way.
Also, I wasn’t so sure it was a bike that adhered to my friend Lucky‘s first rule of bikes: Go for the one that makes you grin like an idiot. Or, as Sash so eloquently put it: “Buy the one that gives you a boner.”
Then, Lucky suggested a Triumph Bonneville.
“They’ve got leg room, they’re predictable and they’re chick magnets,” he said.
“A Bonnie?!” I thought. “But isn’t that a bit big?”
Apparently not. Yes, it’s 865cc, but a larger engine, it would seem, does not always mean a faster, more-difficult-to-control machine. In looking at reviews, the Bonnie is consistently suggested as a newbie-friendly ride. It looks really cool, is reportedly quite reliable and I’ve seen several affordable used ones online.
A few days after Lucky had put the idea in my head I found myself at Mission Burrito in Bath, Jenn and I drinking beers and looking out the window at traffic as it passed. She caught me turning my head, following each motorcycle as it moved past, and decided to humour me.
“What kind of bike do you want?” she asked.
“A Triumph Bonneville,” I answered with speed reminiscent of Ralphie asking for a Red Rider BB gun.
“Ooh, I like Triumphs,” she said with something akin to a purr.
Wait. What?! Had Lucky been right?
“Your wife will not be able to resist you,” he had said.
But Lucky’s not had a chance to meet Jenn yet. How would he know? I quickly brought up a picture of a Bonnie on my phone and showed it to her.
“Yeah,” she said. “That’s really cool. You’d look pretty sexy on one of those.”
So, uhm, you know, a Triumph Bonneville is pretty much the bike I want now.