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motorcycle diary

It was really nice out here today, if a little cool (bright, sunny, 60ish), so I went and hit Lime Creek Road (perhaps the most awesome stretch of motorcycling road on the face of the earth, or at least in Texas) on Rosalyn, and DAMN was it a blast.

The disposition of my motorcycle ownership has seen some changes recently. First, Rosalyn got a new Termignoni full race exhaust and an STM slipper clutch (funny, STM doesn't seem to have a website; I suppose that's not surprising, considering it's a tiny little shop in Torino, Italy where they make clutches by hand). The difference in performance (not to mention sound!) with the new exhaust system is nothing short of incredible, and the new clutch makes her shift like a dream.

Simultaneously, I reexamined my overall vehicle situation and discovered two things:

1. I have too many vehicles.
2. There's no way I'd choose to ride Layla over Rosalyn.

As a result, I decided a while ago that I would sell Layla if the opportunity arose. A couple weeks ago, said opportunity did arise: a guy contacted me saying he was looking for a black ZX-10R (they stopped making the black ones in 2005, dumb bastards). Mine was fucking trick (damper, stainless brake lines, -1 countershaft sprocket, double-bubble windshield, speedo healer, exhaust, swingarm and frame sliders... the works), so we both walked away happy: he with a hot motorcycle, me with my asking price. Hooray for free enterprise.

Maybe I'll ride Valentina to Elysium tonight...

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