2006 Kawasaki VN900 Vulcan. Oh... Seeing this bike fills me with regret. Because I sold it. It was actually HER bike. We went everywhere on it. To the Coast. To the Mountains. Here's how we got it. One day we were visiting a motorcycle dealer in Portland to buy me some gloves or something and the salesman talked Linda into climbing aboard one of these crusiers. She got on it, he lifted it off the sidestand and had her reach for the grips. He said to her "Imagine you're flying." Man... That was it ! We brought it home that day. Then one day, a couple years later, I needed to pay for the race bike I was having built. This woman has given me the world and that day she made sure I got the race bike. Lucky man.
