Not gonna lie to you, man was I fucking terrified of upgrading to such a huge engine in such a short period of time. Everyone knew the risk I was taking was huge. Everyone knew I was gonna be scared shitless taking that monster around the block was gonna scare the crap out of me, especially upgrading to such a large engine. Even my nonrider girlfriend knew I was scared when I bought and owned the damn thing, the beast she encouraged me to buy.
She also knew me better than I knew the bike, this was expected in her eyes. Never did take the beast around the block, we all knew me better than I knew myself. When I "test rode" it, I barely made it around the parking lot. Why? It wasn't MY bike, had to be easy on the ol gal. Fuck I'm upgrading to a bike 1000cc in difference! Why shouldn't I be scared!? 1000cc's...hahaha. You don't laugh as hard when you have that much engine strapped to your balls that you now own. And when you're stuck at a decision to make a left or right hand turn on a bike you're legitimately terrified of...that you now legally own that you can't exactly return. That you've never test ridden. Ranked in a top 10 fastest cruisers, sitting there, right between your balls. Man if you don't don't laugh your ass off at the morbid reality of that there's something wrong with you. So, you make the right call, the only right call when your balls are on the line and steer yourself the fuck home. I'm talking .3 miles up the road to your girlfriend whose belief in your purchase was stronger than yours.
And right there, you realize you got your priorities in line. Ya sure, you may feel like a total dickcheese getting your new behemoth home. But hey, in 60some miles you achieved what most will accomplish in half that. So ride on my jackass of a daredevil. You own your motherfuckering dream.
Seriously. You own a motherfuckering dream bike. You wanted it. Polaris built it, and now you own it. You own a fucking dream. Not just a dream, a fucking dream bike. This is the shit you dreamed about owning and here it is, sitting between your balls, nothing but metal and oil. And you own it. Be the master of your balls. Fuck, go big or stay home. Just do it. Why? Because you chose that bike. Make it your bitch. You ride it, it doesn't ride you.