Thursday, July 17, 2014

Throwback Thursday: 2004 Kawasaki Vulcan 750 #tbt #motorcycle


This week I'm featuring my old 2004 Kawasaki Vulcan 750.

04 June 2005
GA Highway 94
Columbia County, Florida

These where the Cruiser Years in the Sparky household. That was before I discovered Adventure or Dual Purpose Bikes. My husband calls cruisers Butt Jewelry. Men! *lol* He's right, though, because it's similar to changing from riding ponies to race horses. Adventure Bikes are a whole new ball game.

I was "bikeless" (horrors!) for the many years we lived in the Big City. I bought this cruiser style motorcycle shortly after moving to the Georgia countryside. It was easy to ride in a straight line, but it was a bear in the corners. The advanced fork rake made it hard to handle and it always felt like it was going to tip over. At least I had strong arms back then. Anyway, I thought it looked cool. I kept this little gem until it was traded for the 2006 Kawasaki 900 Vulcan LT Classic. 

Ride Safe,

7 comments:

  1. When you write about the enjoyment you get riding your bikes, it makes me smile. :-)

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  2. dang. this made me realize I have NO photos of my one and only motorcycle. boo hoo

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  3. I have only been on a motorcycle twice in my life - riding on the back. I am so clumsy and weak these days, I would be scared!

    I love seeing your photo and reading about your love of riding and touring the country.

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  4. It must be like flying in the wind, of freedom.

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  5. Riding is my natural "high". It's my prozac. And it is a feeling of ultimate freedom. It's flying on the ground. However, my one and only helicopter ride was even more of a gas! It was like 10,000 motorcycle rides in one! Now I want to learn how to fly. I really need a Sugar Daddy. *lol*
    Thank you everyone for your always wonderful comments.
    Luv ~:)

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  6. What did he call it? (rofl)--thanks for sharing and the smiles. Blessings

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