The moto is gone. I knew it had to be done, but I was reluctant to make the call. What came over me? I've decided it was a combination of guilt for not making it to any of my scheduled volunteer shifts at my local NPR station for the winter drive (www.kcrw.com) and finally admitting that no, I won't be riding it for at least 9 months.
I completed the web form to donate the motorcycle on Thursday and this morning it was gone. Poof! Just like that. No more cruising the streets of Beverly Hills with the smokin' maroon 400CMT. I hadn't ridden it for a long time anyway because people here are crazy drivers and it wasn't really fun unless it was 8am on a Sunday-- and what's fun that early on a Sunday?
Part of me is sad that I won't have it to tinker with (I admit, I didn't do a lot of tinkering, but I felt good when I did get it running after a while of sitting idle). I'm more upset that it's just another little thing that I won't be doing. No trip to India, no motoring, definitely no motoring in India. Arg!
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