Do you remember your first CB1100 Ride?

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I remember the day well. My wife had dropped me off at the dealership (50 miles from home) to pick up my Guzzi Griso that had been in the shop for its second month - long stint in two months, having filled my house with acrid electrical smoke twice. At the service desk, the tech told me he was sorry, but the bike shorted out again after they went to retrieve it for me, and it would take at least another month or more to get a complete new wiring harness. My wife had already left for home.

After I released a record breaking stream of epithets, I calmed down, walked into the showroom, saw the CB, went over to the owner of the shop, and cut a deal on it, with the evil Italian as a trade. Impulsive, perhaps, but I was done with that busty vixen, and got a shockingly good deal on my sensible and beautiful new mistress. They prepped the CB, and I rode it home in a stately manner. Loved it immediately, save for the tingles that bother me to this day, and did 100 miles of highway and backroads. Pulled up home hours later, my wife was in the yard, she just shook her head and said, 'tell me the story at dinner,' and walked back in the house. I remained in the garage admiring the CB, enjoying the tink- tink of the cooling fins, and recounting the sequence of events that led to her arrival.


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