The Hurricane Summer


I had to have it. I couldn’t live without it. Life as I knew it would not continue unless I could get this used Honda CBR1000 Hurricane. Just like a real hurricane it was big and beautiful while being scary and fast at the same time. Sexy in red and black, it was my next bike.

It was a great ride home. The 50 miles went too fast and the weather for the end of May was amazing. Life is good. I spent every spare moment either riding or looking at the Hurricane. Red wheels and all that body work was just cutting edge enough for this small town guy.  “It’s going to be a great summer” frequently came out of my mouth. Twist the throttle and hear me roar! Enough already, you get it!

Now, for years we sold fireworks out of our garage so my kids could have some spending money for the summer. The 3rd of July is my birthday so it’s always a good time of year for me. My wife sent me off to get some sticky dots to write prices on and I took off on the Hurricane the 50 miles to Salina to get them. A hot and dry day to say the least, my birthday today, the 4th of July is tomorrow and I’m riding. What more could I want?

Well, it appears this was the beginning of the end. After picking up the sticky dots I was sitting at a stop light unable to get the light to turn green to turn left. The heat of summer and the abundance of body work was unbearable. Apparently the heat from a hurricane removes all oxygen from the atmosphere as I couldn’t breathe. Something any good meteorologist or a salesman at a motorcycle dealership should mention. 30 seconds seemed like a lifetime and when the light did turn green, I took off the get a little air flow. I pulled over at a softball field to get off for a minute and put my head in their sprinkler. As I sat there, I heard a voice in my head say “you can’t do this birthday boy”. I sucked it up and rode the 50 miles home. On the way I saw dragons and demons swimming in water on the highway mocking me.

I decided a few days later to sell this bike.  I’ve owned it about 45 days and it hit me that I was done with the sport bikes for a while and the little issue of heat might have had a part in it. So I listed the Hurricane in the paper and in a day I had several calls. The most promising was a gentleman that I agreed to meet halfway so I loaded the bike on a trailer and set off with my oldest son Kyle. As we sat at the meeting spot I told my son “if he shows up in a car by himself he’s not buying it, but two in the car or a truck or trailer and it’s his.” Just passing on a little fatherly wisdom for his future in selling motorcycles! He shows up with a truck and his father and I excitedly said “it’s sold!” As they get out of their vehicle I notice the father has an artificial leg. I walk over to the son and introduce myself and ask if he would like to test ride it. He said it was his dad that was the buyer so away we go! He wants to ride it and that’s ok. He pulls out on the highway and from the exhaust are sounds as if he was racing in the Grand Prix of Kansas. I had no idea the redline was that high! Also there was a little concern about the wooden leg. On one hand he wouldn’t feel the heat on that side of the bike but on the other hand…it’s wood.

Well he buys it. I was never so happy to see a motorcycle leave as I was that one. But I miss it in some sort of way. Do I wish I still had it? Yes. I wish I had all the motorcycles I’ve owned. They were all picked for a reason when I wanted them, and they were all a part of my motorcycling history. Good, bad or ugly, and some have been ugly, I miss them.


3 Replies to “The Hurricane Summer”

  1. Forty years of riding and I’ve always had a bike on the road. Trouble is, I just can’t sell ’em. 7 bikes in forty years and I’ve still got three of ’em.

  2. My problem is not hanging on to them! So many of them were a “younger man’s” motorcycle that required a long inseam and a stiff kicking leg, some of which I don’t have now.

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