I am so depressed. Really, sitting around waiting on getting my America back from the shop is killing me. The whole month of October (the best riding month in VA) is just about over and I haven't even seen my bike this month (still at the dealer waiting to get fixed from the stupid lady in the mini van backing into it in the parking lot accident). I've got to be a little whacked... I keep seeing the leaves changing and want to be out looking at them up close and personal... but in the cage I sit. This is serious, I think I need some counseling... I considered renting a bike (Harley rents in our area), made it all the way to the Harley Dealer, I'm sitting there in the parking lot and I get this disturbing feeling that I would be cheating on my bike if I did it. Sat there and had this whole devil/angel on the shoulder "do it!, don't do it" thing going on... so I just said bag it and started up the cage and went home.
What is really strange is I don't have anything against Harleys. They do their thing, I do mine... no problem. I just couldn't shake that dad gum cheating feeling. Do I need help, or am I just experiencing separation anxiety?
