GENEVA, SWITZERLAND – As we approach New Year’s Eve 2012/New Year’s Day 2013, I find myself preparing for the bitter-sweet send-off of motorcycle number 13 in my catalogue of bikes and maybe not coincidentally, singing odes to another dreamer and fan of new beginnings, John Lennon, “Another year over, and a new one just begun…”
There is a particular satisfaction to letting go of this favourite bike at the close of a particularly hard year.
Why? Because this bike has been so good to me – and is such a great bike altogether.
“Instant karma’s gonna get you…” Letting her go amounts to an act of faith on my part; that 2013 will be an auspicious year, that stalled personal and professional aspirations will be rekindled, that I will be just fine without this counterbalance in my life – for a few months anyhow.
Getting ready to part with a loved bike inevitably follows the seven stages of separation:
- Anxiety at the thought of being without two-wheels.
- You picture yourself on a new bike on a high road with tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
- Disdain, for your faithful but tired horse.
- Betrayal, when your bike refuses to start for a prospective buyer, or suddenly develops a phantom short in the headlight wiring.
- Shame and repentance, for having thought less of an old friend.
- Amends made, starter and headlight miraculously fixed.
- And again anxiety at the thought of being without wheels. “It feels just like starting over…“
I am at stage two right now – though my wife is trying to disabuse me of the future bike “Double Fantasy“.
For me, the world of owning and trading used bikes is a “Walter Mitty” affair, a chance to live out alternate realities with each unique machine enriching and adding depth to the life experience (it is also less expensive than serial marriage/divorce).
“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one, perhaps one day you’ll join us,” and the world will ride as one.
Here’s to happy and safe motoring in 2013!