2 years ago today, I stumbled upon the love of my life: a 2007 M109R. Abandoned at a Harley dealership, dripping with chrome, lowered, and shining like a beacon of hope amongst the geriatric motorcycles on the lot. Showing only 2255 miles, I rode her home, grinning like an idiot. Half way home, I decided to call the wife and let her know that I no longer had a Virago, and that I'd traded her in. Less than pleased, my wife anxiously awaited my arrival and my a$$-chewing. As I pulled into the driveway, my wife struggled to come up with anything negative to say as she checked out the new bike. I did get a little punch to the shoulder, but she admitted that she couldn't really be mad about it. We had talked about upgrading the bike, so it wasn't a spur of the moment situation. I just now walked out the garage and the odometer reads 26363 now. She's well loved and well ridden. Plus she brought me here, where I got to know a lor of cool people, both in person and online, and it makes it that much cooler to own my 9.