Harley-Davidson 1200 Nightster

*update December 10,2007 If you have come here seeking information on this particular bike check out the link to the review below.

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People of the kowtow

There are those among us who wish to fly. They bide their time until their flight feathers grow in, and then they take off. They live their life on their own terms. They make their life what they want it to be. I don't think this is a selfish way to live.

There are those among us who think too much of what others think of them. These people do what they think will make the other person happy. These people, lets call them the "kowtow".. defer to those others who's will it is they wish to make happy. Don't worry, they will forget about what they want.. for a short while.. a year or two maybe. Then their desire to do what they wanted will resurface and they will have the same inner conflicts again.

Suppress the feelings again.. and they surface again. It makes them angry doesn't it? It makes them resentful also. It is a vicious circle. It can bring up years of memories of things NOT DONE because someone- someone who's opinion they valued- said NO. One little word. One look. One time too many where a dream- no matter how stupid sounding at the time, no matter how shallow or superficial it may have been, got squelched.

When you are a kowtow person the WHY takes second place to the individual they are trying to please. When will we learn to make choices that will please and enrich our own lives instead of always trying to please and enrich someone else's?


The other morning as I drove home from work several idiot lights lit up my dashboard. I thought I would be safe to drive 10 minutes more till I got home but my car had other ideas. Just after turning right onto a major parkway my car died. Splat. Nothing. I looked at the battery monitor and I had NO JUICE. Since I was in the right lane I coasted over to the curb and got out of traffic. I couldn't figure out what the heck would cause such a meltdown of my year old car.. check engine light, check brake, and vehicle stability control lights were all on. What the heck!?

So I called the AAA to bail my poor little car out and tow it to the dealer. I had to wait 40 minutes for the tow truck to arrive.. good thing I had bought some pomegranate juice and cookies before leaving the store. M came out to sit with me so I had company too- although I had to listen to him bitch about how lousy he thought the car was now, and how disappointed he was in the brand, etc. Like I wasn't already feeling bad enough having broken down like that. He sure has a way of putting the icing on the cake in situations like these. One of these days I'm going to explode with a string of profanities telling him to keep his $#@&! opinions to himself and to SHUT THE FCUK UP!! At least defer your rants for another time when we are home, and it's the next day or something... not at 2 AM on the side of the road while waiting for the tow.

The next morning I get a phone call from the dealer. Apparently I don't have a major mechanical problem with the car at all. What a relief! In my embarrassment and dismay I wonder how many Toyota Prius owners let their cars run out of gas?