Almost twenty years ago I went to talk to a guy with an R90S for sale. Just an ad in the paper that had been there several weeks. Met him, got on great (we're still friends - in fact I'm rebuilding a couple transmissions for him currently), I had stuff he was willing to swap for and he figured the money side would work out (even though I didn't have any at the time).
Came home the next day with my dream bike where the day before there was no way! How cool is that?

Anyway, the wife blew up because I hadn't consulted her first!!!!!?

Not long after we got divorced and I like to think of that bike as the catalyst. It was probably the last straw - but in a good way.

We shoulda gotten divorced fifteen years earlier!
Moral of the story? Follow your passion! If someone close doesn't like it - tell em to bugger off! What is it with women who try to act like your personal banker and loan officer anyway?
