That is beautiful. But there will always be KTM's and KTM riders because there will always be genetic flawsThis is my Tdub. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My Tdub is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my Tdub is useless. Without my Tdub, I am useless. I must ride my Tdub true. I must ride straighter than KTM riders who are trying to kill themselves. I must stay on my Tdub while he falls off his KTM. He will ….
My Tdub and I know that what counts on a ride is not the miles we do, the noise of our bike, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the destination that counts. We will arrive ….
My Tdub is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its farkles, its handling and its engine. I will keep my Tdub clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will ….
Before God I swear this creed. My Tdub and I are the defenders of the trail. We are the masters of the KTM riders. We are the saviours of a way of life.
So be it, until victory is ours and there are no KTM’s, only peace.
And he DIDN'T invite you back to his camp for a steak dinner? Whatta wimp!... A patron followed me out and proceeded to sing praises on my bike the likes he had never seen before. "TW200" I says. ... and he wished his DRZ400 sat lower, ran better, and had a bigger gas tank.