02-12-2014, 02:05 PM
After looking over this thread once again, I can't help but reflect upon my own experiences when it comes to those things I'm "enthusiastic" about and of course the CB1100 in particular...
So I hadn't owned my CB1100 all that long when I figured out that I wanted to change up the exhaust note. I decided I'd go for a slip-on exhaust and I had a number of options to choose from. In the end, I was won over by the one that looked and sounded the best to me, and of course it was also the most expensive one to boot at over $800. After picking up my Staintune from the dealer and arriving home with it, my wife was in shock. Why was it that I felt the need to spend so much money (or any money at all for that matter) on a part for a bike that I had just purchased she wondered. I just looked at her and said something to the effect of "You know what, I can't explain it. I seriously have no explanation that you would be able to understand". After all it's not like I was going to get some big performance gain from it, or that my fuel efficiency was going to shoot way up. The exhaust that came from the factory was perfectly good, nothing wrong with it. There was simply no logical justification that could be made for my purchase.
After installing the Staintune, I took the CB out for a spin. I got such a huge cuss-eating grin on my face that I was almost embarrassed (almost). The thing is, I still get that grin when I head out for ride and roll on the throttle. The exhaust was indeed expensive, insanely so by my standards, but the the return on that sizable investment has been priceless. Some people will get that, and some people won't. It matters not to me though because I consider it part of my successful therapy program. It just can't be explained to those who don't understand. Nor can it be measured. But every time I finish up with a ride, even a commute, I just feel better.
I'm now picturing the ferret out on the road somewhere in the not too distant future. He'll be riding his new 2014 CB1100 Deluxe and wearing the new larger helmet that he bought — larger in order to accommodate the size of the grin that he's constantly sporting.
So I hadn't owned my CB1100 all that long when I figured out that I wanted to change up the exhaust note. I decided I'd go for a slip-on exhaust and I had a number of options to choose from. In the end, I was won over by the one that looked and sounded the best to me, and of course it was also the most expensive one to boot at over $800. After picking up my Staintune from the dealer and arriving home with it, my wife was in shock. Why was it that I felt the need to spend so much money (or any money at all for that matter) on a part for a bike that I had just purchased she wondered. I just looked at her and said something to the effect of "You know what, I can't explain it. I seriously have no explanation that you would be able to understand". After all it's not like I was going to get some big performance gain from it, or that my fuel efficiency was going to shoot way up. The exhaust that came from the factory was perfectly good, nothing wrong with it. There was simply no logical justification that could be made for my purchase.
After installing the Staintune, I took the CB out for a spin. I got such a huge cuss-eating grin on my face that I was almost embarrassed (almost). The thing is, I still get that grin when I head out for ride and roll on the throttle. The exhaust was indeed expensive, insanely so by my standards, but the the return on that sizable investment has been priceless. Some people will get that, and some people won't. It matters not to me though because I consider it part of my successful therapy program. It just can't be explained to those who don't understand. Nor can it be measured. But every time I finish up with a ride, even a commute, I just feel better.
I'm now picturing the ferret out on the road somewhere in the not too distant future. He'll be riding his new 2014 CB1100 Deluxe and wearing the new larger helmet that he bought — larger in order to accommodate the size of the grin that he's constantly sporting.