Charlie Sheen. My first motorcycle..: The fuck up of all bikes. I originally bought this bike for my ex after a tough break up, and then was faced with the fact.. that one.. I am a hopeless romantic idiot, and second... I have this stupid gixxer that I never wanted. But, the story goes, I crashed the bike, had no idea what I was dealing with, made a bunch of great friends from this forum and around town and kind of lost my mind in transition. I've spent hours outside in the rain working on this bike, and had many run ins with the cops asking me what I was doing taking a motorcycle apart at 1 am in the middle of an ally way. I had a flash light in my mouth and a bunch of bolts in my pocket, just trying to explain I can't sleep. Then I met a wonderful couple who decided to help me with my bike early on. I awkwardly tried to do some work cleaning out pistons and tried to say some things but could never figure out what to say for their kindness. "I just want to see you alive.." he said. I looked at him nervously and all i wanted to do was tell him how much I appreciate it and how I am not use to this kind of shit.. this sort of kindness... Then steve from everette who helped me finish clipping in the plastics and showed me how to change my oil. Every so often I think back to all those people throughout my day, and I promised myself that these are reasons why I continue to be a good person and try daily to give back to others by being there for them when they need me. some days are utter shit, the bike just stressed me out, took everything out of me, all my money and energy.. It was like the work it needed.. was endless. On the good days, we rode out to the middle of no where so I can chain smoke and think. I fucking hate the city and I just want to get away. All I could think of was riding as fast as I can and let things in my past fly by me.. I just let myself run away from all this shit for awhile... charlie was the thing that took me away.. from all the faces of people I use to know, all the people in my life and all my troubles for a bit. I handle all heart ache silently, and refuse to deal with the emotional bullshit but this motorcycle has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. This bike has taken me out of my shell, helped get me out there to meet people, took me away from the fucking noise and crowd.. took my mind off things.. and at times took me back to places I've tried to bury in my memory.. SO, for everyone who have met charlie.. give him a few words. He's gone now, off to a new owner to fucking stress out... and he's off fucking shit up but also.. at the same time making someone really happy. I'm buying a brand new bike this weekend. but I will never forget you charlie. I'm a fucking passionate, intense person, and for all the passion I have put into fixing you, learning everything about you, understanding how you turn and your limits, this will take awhile to get over. YES, i am crying about a motorcycle. please post a few words for all who have known charlie..