I fell in love instantly. Love at first sight. Man, what a beauty she was. A blue 2005 KTM 990 Adventure S. It was the first bike I went to check out and I was sold instantly. A colleague had suggested this bike to me, but the pictures on internet weren’t enough to win me over. Seeing it there, there in that show room right in front of me, was. Damn!! No other bike would ever do for me, I knew it in a split second. She was destined to be mine.
Unfortunately, the love wasn’t mutual. Somewhat embarrassing, I was to find that I wasn’t man enough for a bike that big: my feet barely touched the floor as I sat down on the beauty in blue. Like a threesome with two chicks, I could never handle it, and I knew it.
But the seed had been planted and an immense desire was instilled in me. Soon after, another beauty crossed my path: a 2006 KTM 990 Adventure. Being a non-S version, she was slightly lower and a test ride revealed that this bike didn’t allow for any compromise. There was to be no comfortable Sunday afternoon cruising the Limburgian highlands. Her motto perfectly matched mine: if you go, go hard! Finally, I had found a soul mate.
There was a “but” though… a big BUT. She wasn’t smurf-like blue, but bright orange. Admittedly, she was beautiful in her own right and it would be a legitimate expression of my patriotism, but I couldn’t deny that she was no match for the heavenly blue angel I laid eyes on before. I was confronted with a huge dilemma; I had some thinking to do.
Over the years I had seen my friends fall in love, get married and have kids. In some instances their wives paled in comparison to the ideal images they had wished for, and indeed aimed for, during their younger years. With time passing and their looks rapidly fading, they had clearly abandoned their goal of marrying THE most beautiful woman in the world; they settled for (considerably) less.
Obviously, I would have none of that! It’s a show of weakness, I cannot even fathom. I’ve dreamed of Penelope Cruz, imagined marrying Cameron Diaz. And I have even fantasized about Pamela Anderson, although admittedly, that was with different motives altogether. What it comes down to, is that I’ve set myself a goal: my future wife is to have the beauty of Cameron or Penelope, simply because I’m worth it. Hell, I’ve lived a celebrity lifestyle over the past months, with people screaming and waving at me, looking at me in total awe or surprise. So I think I kinda deserve it now. Anyway, if I were to ever settle down, I will not settle for less. (hence, I am now old and single…).
It must have been the only time in my life that I did settle for less, when I bought the orange beast that I now call “my Katie”. Our characters matched and -like so many of my friends- I figured I would probably grow to appreciate her as time passed by. Eventually, I would grow so accustomed to her, that I would even be able to call it love.
And truth be told, I did follow in my friends’ footsteps and after being with her for 1.5 years now, I can honestly declare -from the bottom of my heart- that I truly love my Katie.
BUT -like too many of my friends- every now and then I would dream of “the one that got away”, “the one that eluded me”. And whenever I would come across my dream of a bike, I would -like so many of my friends- secretly eye her, momentarily tormented by grave desire, tormented by the thought that I would never have what my heart so badly wanted.
Although Katie hasn’t given birth to any offspring (imagine: a garage full of cute little baby KTMs.. WOW!), she was to resemble my friends’ wives to a fascinating (and somewhat worrying) degree. She’s had to work hard for her man, and she’s gone through great lengths to keeping him happy. But as a result her beauty has started to fade a bit. She’s still beautiful, but a hard life has clearly left its marks on her appearance.
Then my luck changed for the better: I had an accident that left the bike with a broken radiator and a torn tank. Man, this was the break I had been waiting for. Things were looking up now!!
Through an internet forum, I contacted Jerome, who had a blue tank available for sale. It took some convincing but in the end I guess he understood he was to be part of some glorious love-affair-in-the-making and he made a huge effort in helping me having it sent to Kampala.
I had another lucky break. Upon suggestion of Tony, a guy I had never met or spoken to, I contacted Leo, another guy I had never met or spoken to, who then emailed some twenty other people I had never met or spoken to. Within days, a Dutch guy working in Uganda whom I had never met or spoken to, named Jacques offered his help.
And after two days of frantic emailing, sms-ing, phone calls and then some excruciating waiting, the word was finally out: the tank was added to a shipment of Jacques’ company and would be arriving in Kampala soon.
Within days it did, and upon delivery I mounted it immediately. I guess, after my return from the African lands from afar, some additional cosmetic upgrading needs to be done to transform my Katie into the swan that she really is, but then I’ll have a quite unique orange/blue KTM 990 Adventure.
Of course -as my friends have known for years- beauty isn’t all and deep down I know that as well. In the end it is character that makes all the difference. But now, with my augmented Katie, I have the best of both worlds. I’m absolutely crazy about her personality, (s)lowriding Noa will attest to that. But soon her inner beauty will be matched by an outer appearance that blinds one’s eyes. And yep, I guess I will settle for that!