My new obsession
I know what you mean. My Triumph dealer is right on my daily route home. Since buying my America four months and four days ago, I always think about the next accessory or apparel item I want to get next. The Triumph sign seems to be beckoning me to stop by to gratify my need. Like a siren singing in the distance, even when I'm lying in bed at night, it seems I can't turn off the thoughts (only a slight exaggeration). I ask myself, "What do I want for Christmas, for my birthday, next Father's Day?!!! New gloves, riding boots, jacket, chrome, chrome, chrome!!!!!!! I didn't even think about motorcycles prior to my new machine.
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