Mark me down as Mr. Compulsive then. I probably do no more than 10 rides before I just HAVE to wash and polish the thing. If I get so much as a sprinkling of dirt on the chrome, I can't relax until I've overdosed on the "Mother's Chrome Polish." I even carry a microfiber soft cloth in my saddlebags so that I can wipe off dirt whenever I park!
I suspect what really underlies this obsession is nothing more than my rampant Ego. I just LOVE the way folks "ooh" and "aah" at my shiny, chromed beauty, especially when it's next to a few Harleys that, somehow, fail to have the same attraction ("Oh, not another Harley.")
It rained 10 minutes ago. The sun is now out. By the time I leave the building, I just know that there will be rainspots all over the bike, and I will be irritated. Rest assured that before I ride it tomorrow, it will be back to its impressive, stylish awesomosity, ready to dazzle and enchant the envious hordes.
Siggy
