Over the past few months while I wait for my bike to be registered I’ve not had much to do. If you’ve been following my journey I returned to Europe to re-register my bike in Budapest (long story, too painful to write about yet) and in between fixing and registering my bike, watching Game of Thrones and dining like a queen, I’ve had a lot of time to think.
And I’ve come to a conclusion.
This year my partner Ricky will join me as I continue the ride around Europe.
On a 2004 BMW 650GS Dakar to be precise, with all the bells and whistles.
It’s a serious decision bringing along a partner. I’m a strong advocate for travelling alone and I understand that things will change. In particular, the feeling of independence and accomplishment that comes with conquering the world solo. But I’ve done a lot of growing over the past two years and I realise that life is a dish best shared and I shouldn’t pass up the opportunity for a great travel companion for the sake of my precious ego.
Plus, what else would I do with copious amounts of free time and a new found ability to buy vehicles in Europe other than buy a new motorcycle?
Anyway, here we go: introducing Ricky in his chav suit with his amazing tricked out Dakar. Which by the way was a lucky deal from a private buyer in Hungary near the Croatian border. 4000 Euro, with 40L Touratech panniers, suspension, custom exhaust, custom fuel and tool boxes, top case, tank bag, fog lights, tires and centre stand.
Extremely jealous but proud of my purchase. I guess this means I’m like kind of experienced with bikes or something now. I feel cool and intelligent. *insert ego.