Why I like my Motoguzzi in dreamland – first, it uses less gasoline, secondly, it’s lighter and easier to move when it is off, thirdly, I can do minor repairs on it, and finally, nobody comments on it like they would a Harley-Davidson.

Sure, before the automobile collision on the way to the public library when the other driver collided into me at above the speed limit, however, being that I was less popular, I had the issues, and needed to realign my own upper back and neck on my own, I loved my Harley-Davidson. It really hurt me to have to give it up.

However, for three years after this seemingly accidental collision, which happened on the twelfth day of Christmas, I did not ride a motorcycle at all, and sold my Harley-Davidson, as well as all my motorcycle repair tools. These are motorbikes for people who are either heavier, or perfectly built, and I was lucky to have my muscles hold my back together for as long as they did, while the inner workings were healing up.

Excuse me for venting about this stuff in dreamland, over in California, where I still keep my Motoguzzi, which goes with me to Switzerland every summer, usually. I like it, it has excellent traction for things like “black ice”, and doesn’t shake when I imperceptibly do at the sight of an oncoming vehicle, even when it is two lanes over. I’m coming to terms with the fact that I’m not going to be able to do runs over the Matterhorn’s lower hills anymore, on the Motoguzzi.

That’s not what happens to a Suzuki motorcycle, which is sensitive to the driver’s every motion. The problem with the Suzuki for me is that it accelerates fast, and handles turns like lightning. Me, I have a tendency to oversteer, and I have a bit of a lead foot, oh, yeah, it also brakes super-well, too, which is a problem for me, also.

You got me – this may be a bureaucracy, and I don’t have a Motoguzzi in the yard or in my garage, in fact, you could do a thorough house and wine cellar search over here, and you won’t find it. However, this year, I’m too swamped with paperwork to ride it, aside from locally around Ventura and Santa Barbara, in dreamland. It needs a vacation.

Guess you found out about my motorcycle use from watching Google Earth, well, here you have it, the motorcycle that I like, that I would not dream of riding if I suddenly myself in the house where it is, that I’d go over the repair and maintenance manuals for instead, and take a refresher course to ride. Sure, in real life, I have camped out in my yard, it was fun, however, I leave my dream world stuff alone, as nothing is happening. I’d read the manual over in English and Italian and whatever other language is necessary to learn how to repair it, watch motorcycle repair videos, maybe even buy another Motoguzzi in fair condition and rehab that one prior to working on the better one.

No way am I going to get myself upset by messing up my Motoguzzi motorcycle, so, even if the real world me was confronted with my own dream world motorcylce being in my driveway, I would not touch it. I respect myself enough to know that after over a decade of not being able to ride my own bike, I wouldn’t know how to handle it, or even change the oil on it.