I do not understand how I made it to my mid 30s without ever having had a motorcycle before. What the heck was I thinking? I mean, I've owned a scooter or two but it's not the same thing after all. Well, without going in to any further theatrics, I'm having a blast on it. I love it! It's a 2000 Yamaha Virago, and the guys riding Harleys that I pass won't even acknowledge my existence, let alone give me the friendly biker club wave. To hell with them.
It didn't take long for me to learn to ride it; maybe only 20 minutes or so before I lit out down River road. There were only about 68 miles on it when I got it on Saturday, and now there are around 270 miles on it. It started raining on Sunday and didn't really stop until Wednesday, so I wasn't even able to ride until then. But yesterday I rode out to Promised Land... that was a really great drive.
The main drawback is that it's a 250... Before I bought it I figured that would be a good starter bike because I didn't know what it felt like to drive one, and I didn't want to get carried away. But now that I'm a pro, I can already see where I'd want a more powerful engine. It has really great pick up and goes up to 70-75 mph, but that's going full throttle on route 80 and it's not good for any engine to go full tilt for any real length of time so, I won't be riding any major distances on the highway. Strictly minor state roads, for me! Maybe I'll trade up at some point over the winter.
The other thing about it is that the girl who had it before and who only put 65 miles on it apparently spent like $500 blinging it up. It's got stainless steel flame emblems on the gas tank sides, studs on the seat and rear fender, stainless steel covers for all the extremities, she covered over the Yamaha logo with a badly welded on eagle symbol which embarrasses me immensely, although not as much as the black leather tassels she had hanging off of the handle grips that I cut off immediately.
But other than that stuff, I really love it. My Mom used to have a picture of my Grandmother on a motorcycle, but I don't know what happened to it or I'd totally post it. To prove it runs in the family and all. My Uncle John used to ride one too, but I was too young at the time for my Mother not to have an embolism if he gave me a ride on it.