There’s always an extra bonus when shopping at Aldi. This weekend around my always hungry for more toys son advised me of a motorcycle model special, where pretty accurate and good looking models of some motorcycles got sold for $6 apiece.
Following a couple of minutes of discussion we both chose our preferred models: my son picked the Honda CBR1100XX, because our car is a Honda and because he has been told (mainly by me) that red’s the color of fast vehicles. In turn, I picked the Suzuki GSX-R1000 because of the emotional impact the model carries: Back in my teens the only motorcycles you could get in Israel were Suzukis, with the other manufacturers joining the Arab boycott that was only lifted in the early nineties. When this child thought of sportsbikes, this one dreamed of a Suzuki GSX-R750.
So yeah, when you apply a filter over the photo, you can’t really tell the above only depicts my new model standing on my office desk, can you?
In an effort to teach my son about the virtues of his new toy I went looking on YouTube for videos depicting the bike. The first one I found was this, which left me astounded:
I forgot, for example, that one of the purposes of me migrating to Australia in the first place was so I would be able to afford buying a bike and then enjoy plenty of nice roads to ride that bike on. Now that I remember that, I also remember why I chose to forget that dream. I remember the first and second hand experience accumulated over the physical dangers of motorcycling, and more importantly – I realize now the better parts of a good life, the examined life, do not require an engine revving at 12,000 RPM between my legs. By now the closest I want to get to a motorcycle is a YouTube video.
Not a bad reminder for $12, don’t you agree?