K13 and I have been together for over a decade. When we first met, it felt as if our relationship was a beginning without an end. So far, she has forgiven me when I have neglected her care, covered me in my weakness, and is reliable beyond any expectation I might have had.
As I parked in the shopping centre near work, it was as if we were revisiting the beginning. There was nothing else to compare her to. The parking lot was empty, waiting for those willing to come, visit, and be seen. The lessons of this morning linger, bubbling up in new ways as I start my day.
K13 is unique, especially in the Emirates. There are a few cousins, but no immediate family. The cousins are best represented by a later model. While it is similar in a few ways, with a different engine, size, and riding style, while one can see the lineage, no one would mistake them for siblings.
One might not think the question of origins matters, yet for me as a rider, it is very important. It is a question that goes way beyond motorcycles. Paul asked it centuries ago; “So what difference does it make who’s a Jew and who isn’t, who has been trained in God’s ways and who hasn’t?” (Romans 3.1). If it matters, what are the lessons to remember?
K13 is a cruiser. While it loves high speeds, smooth roads, and twisty turns, it does not excel when it comes to off-road riding, motocross, or unpredictable terrain. It flourishes when it is used in the right way, but flounders if not. As its keeper, I can bring out her best or, ignoring her pedigree, highlight her weaknesses.
K13 has proven durable, however, that does not mean she does not need to be cared for. When I pay attention, her response is consistent and predictable. I know she will be there when I need her if I put us in situations that play to our strengths.
Starting points matters, especially at speed. Time to ride.
