It always gets ugly before it gets beautiful.
Before boda bodas became the norm where biking in Kenya is concerned, i used to enjoy a certain measure of mystic and respect as a biker.
Now am like an old soldier trading war stories, reminiscing about the good ol past.
These days there certain bike makes and models (mostly Chinese) and bike sizes ( 150cc and less) , that i cant be caught dead on.
As a biker, my comfort, reputation, budget has gone to the dogs, sigh!
read any girl i would like to date) dictates what kind of bike i ride, what gear i wear. Actually, most would prefer if i didn’t own or rode a bike at all.
No way am going to be a cager……you will have to drag me kicking and screaming 🙂 into a cage.
So your busy trying to keep up with the Jones . Buying bikes you can hardly afford or even maintain . A bike that doesn’t fit into your commuting needs . A bike that’s is most probably too fast and too heavy for your skill level. So you can look and act the part .
Most guys i know fall into the trap of buying such a bike from used bike importers . Who hardly give you the bikes’ service history , and don’t have parts or service credentials to provide an after sales service.
After a while , Your bike ends up taking dead space in a junk yard . Or providing shade for grass to grow in your driveway.
So don’t judge me ….
When you see me in on my bike . I will still live on happily if you don’t want to catch a ride with me . Am sure out there there is some one ,
a lady , who will happily jump at the chance.