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This story is something I wanted to write for a good friend of mine as a gift for Christmas. I hope he enjoys it and that it reminds him that I'm always thinking of him. To you, from me.
In a small town at the foot of a mountain on a beautiful day, two lone motorcyclists walk out of a restaurant in good spirits, well fed and ready to ride. Stormy, the snow leopard is joking with Sir, daring him to keep up. The duo approach their motorcycles; a KLR 650 and a vintage Harley Davidson XL 1200 await patiently. Sir, the cougar, dons his full face helmet while Stormy puts on his stylish half helmet. Sir hits the start button on his KLR and the engine comes to life, the exhaust thumping deeply. Stormy mounts his XL1200 and fires the well tuned v-twin up. The engine produces the pleasing soundtrack of a Harley v-twin, almost speaking the word ‘potato’, the pipes proudly announcing the presence of Stormy’s motorcycle.
With a grin, Sir looks over to Stormy, revving his KLR, the engine ready to take on whatever the road ahead throws at it. A look down the road reveals the treacherous twisties that await. Pulling his visor down, Sir drops the clutch, the KLR lifting it’s front wheel in a show of torque as he takes off, Stormy giving chase, the XL1200 spinning the rear tire down the road.
The twisty mountain roads come up quickly as Sir lets Stormy take the lead. Sir leans in and pushes the KLR as hard as it will go. Stormy holds a slight lead as both motorcycles put on an impressive show, the two riders not willing to give up an inch in the spirit of friendly competition. The twists and switchbacks continue relentlessly as Stormy shows Sir what a skilled rider can do. Sir gives good chase however, proving that a dual sport motorcycle can handle as well. The footpegs on Stormy’s Harley beg for mercy as they scrape the pavement left and right while Sir leans his motorcycle over further than he ever imagined it capable of doing.
After many miles, Stormy eases up on the throttle, conceding to Sir, who kept pace the entire time. Stormy can’t hear him say it, but Sir admits that he’s pretty beat and comments on Stormy’s skill as a rider and smiles, appreciating his good friend, hoping that he had a good time as well as the two settle into a gentle flowing rhythm, riding into the sunset.
In a small town at the foot of a mountain on a beautiful day, two lone motorcyclists walk out of a restaurant in good spirits, well fed and ready to ride. Stormy, the snow leopard is joking with Sir, daring him to keep up. The duo approach their motorcycles; a KLR 650 and a vintage Harley Davidson XL 1200 await patiently. Sir, the cougar, dons his full face helmet while Stormy puts on his stylish half helmet. Sir hits the start button on his KLR and the engine comes to life, the exhaust thumping deeply. Stormy mounts his XL1200 and fires the well tuned v-twin up. The engine produces the pleasing soundtrack of a Harley v-twin, almost speaking the word ‘potato’, the pipes proudly announcing the presence of Stormy’s motorcycle.
With a grin, Sir looks over to Stormy, revving his KLR, the engine ready to take on whatever the road ahead throws at it. A look down the road reveals the treacherous twisties that await. Pulling his visor down, Sir drops the clutch, the KLR lifting it’s front wheel in a show of torque as he takes off, Stormy giving chase, the XL1200 spinning the rear tire down the road.
The twisty mountain roads come up quickly as Sir lets Stormy take the lead. Sir leans in and pushes the KLR as hard as it will go. Stormy holds a slight lead as both motorcycles put on an impressive show, the two riders not willing to give up an inch in the spirit of friendly competition. The twists and switchbacks continue relentlessly as Stormy shows Sir what a skilled rider can do. Sir gives good chase however, proving that a dual sport motorcycle can handle as well. The footpegs on Stormy’s Harley beg for mercy as they scrape the pavement left and right while Sir leans his motorcycle over further than he ever imagined it capable of doing.
After many miles, Stormy eases up on the throttle, conceding to Sir, who kept pace the entire time. Stormy can’t hear him say it, but Sir admits that he’s pretty beat and comments on Stormy’s skill as a rider and smiles, appreciating his good friend, hoping that he had a good time as well as the two settle into a gentle flowing rhythm, riding into the sunset.
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