AT ONE WITH EVERYTHING…

Being ‘at one’ with whatever is currently in one’s life is a Zen concept that I’ve tried to follow over the decades… Through this path I discovered… and have for over three decades lived what I call the path of… ‘The Zen of Motorcycle’ …a moving meditation of being at one with oneself, the machine, the road, and one’s ever changing and moving environment…

…or to put it another way, I’m an eccentric old biker, and I clear the clutter from my mind with long quiet meditative rides on my Triumph Bonneville… However, it is not always a passive experience… what one becomes at one with… can become a serious relationship…

…and thus blossomed a very loving and exciting relationship …between a man and a machine… Mason and his mistress machine… ‘Baby Blu’

This a reprint from my original blog site; http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MasonGarrett2398/570869

“Thursday, September 25, 2008

A GUY, AND HIS MISTRESS MACHINE



Me and 'Baby Blu'

BABY BLU A 2002 Triumph Bonneville, 800cc vertical twin

She’s all a guy could ever want… beautiful, sexy, responsive, forgiving, fast, dangerous… I gently massage turtle wax on to her lovely teardrop gas tank… and she teases and taunts me, ‘ummm, feels good… are you feeling squirrelly, bad boy? …nice day, you want to do the canyon? …yeah, come on, bad boy… fire me up.. get me hot.. and do me in the canyon..’

Our favorite spot… long straightaway going into a gentle well paved ‘S’ curve… throttle down to 50, click down to fourth, pick the line, down to third, lean far to the right, feel the gees… up and over to the left… oooh nice… at the apex power up, shift up, fourth, power out, fifth and fly down the straightway back to the valley… ‘oooh, yes, you do it to me so good, Baby Blu, I love you,loveyou,loveyou…. Ooh yeah, baby…’

Ah, but… ours is a forbidden love… here comes the highway patrol… red light..whoop, whoop… pull over…
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“….nice motor… may I see your license and registration, please…”
radio..sqwock, sqwock… scribble in his ticket pad, then he lifts up the butt of his radar gun for me to view the digital read out… 87.34mph…
“speed limit’s sixty five, ..you know that, Mister Garrett… sign here, please…”
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…while her pipes cool off I gently polish all her pretty little chrome parts… she’s quiet now, she knows we’ve been naughty… As I gently cover her lovely body with the $237 all weather nylon polyurethane lined cover, I give her fender one last affectionate fondle, and she murmurs, ‘I’m sorry I got us into trouble.. do you still love me?’

“of course, I love you… you’re the best ever… now that’s quite enough for us both today.”
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Yes… I know… I pamper her.. and I spoil her rotten… I buy her the best waxes and polishes… I indulge her taste for expensive racing oils… expensive maintenance and tuneups at only the best shops... retro stylish saddlebags... with nickel plated brads, belts, and concha tassels...

But.. what the hey…. what can I say? ….I love her…”

© Mason Garrett