I was chatting with a friend and ex-sailing student of mine a few days ago, and it turns out that she had been thinking of getting into motorcycling this last year. She took and passed the MSF course and spent awhile looking at used bikes in the area, before finally deciding that now wasn't the time. I told her a bit about my experience and directed her to this blog, thinking she might be interested to see how I'd gone about it. When next we chatted, she asked me "so exactly when did you buy your bike?"

It turns out that probably within a week of when I bought Zoë, this friend of mine had also test-ridden her - or had her husband, the experienced rider in the family, take a test ride. I guess it wasn't exactly what they were looking for; Zoë went back home with her original owner, and shortly thereafter I came along. I don't know if Zoë was too tall, too torque-y, too shiny and nice, or what; I just know she wasn't exactly what my friend was looking for.

It's funny. It's a small world out there. And in a way, this feels a little bit like meeting your girlfriend's ex-boyfriend; I know Zoë's been with people before me, but dammit, that doesn't mean I want to think too much about it. She tells me she's only got eyes for me now, and I trust her not to lie about something like that... :)