April 11, 2009
I never thought I'd be a bikie-kinda-girl. But ever since this thirty-year-old beauty arrived in our garage I have warmed to the idea of cafe racing. You see it's a 1978 Yamaha SR500. My Dad worked on them when they were first released in England. Daniel bought it, imported a whole load of parts from Japan and turned it into a cafe racer. It's beautiful to look at but slightly uncomfortable to ride. Hence its name. You don't ride on long journeys - you race from cafe to cafe.
My helmet arrived on Thursday and a few hours later I hopped on the back and held on tight. I felt safe with Daniel riding and I loved it more than I first thought. But when we got home my toes were numb and I started searching ebay for a leather jacket. Apparently you are never warm on a bike - it's the adrenalin that keeps you going. I think I want a gorgeous jacket over speed and adrenalin. Just like I want a cappuccino over a beer.
I guess I really am a cafe racer kinda girl.