contemplation of four-wheel ownership

I suppose it is inevitable. That's the sentiment that looms, whenever it rains or whenever it becomes necessary to transport large picture frames, motorcycle engines, motorcycle rear wheels, or the occasional comfy chair.

While a motorcycle or a scooter is the perfect personal transportation device, its limitations as a general transportation device have been a bit under the collar of late. I'm eagerly chomping at the bit to expand my career experience in landscaping, which means taking on minor side jobs for little or nothing. I admit to having a brief, mad fling with the thought of constructing a motorcycle trailer or purchasing a sidecar hack, but the Russian hacks get about 20 mpg and require a good bit of tinkering to keep on the road, and I don't have the resources to build one myself.

So I'm facing the reality of carting about lengths of PVC pipe, shovels and rakes and occasionally a broken motorcycle, and this will place me once again amongst the huddled masses of cage drivers. I don't like the idea; I'm trying to avoid acquiring stuff which costs insurance and registration (which will inevitably cost more than insurance). And I won't be able to let the car/truck sit. I'll have to drive it occasionally to keep it alive. So between the DL650, Suzi and another vehicle, I'll have to keep all of them going - that's going to be a lot of burning gas and wearing out tires and final drives. Can't sell the DL; it is and will remain my primary transpo, can't sell Suzi, she's in pieces; and it's pretty certain I'm going to absolutely, positively need to have this car or truck about 1.5 times a month. So yeah. One man, three vehicles (four if the Motobecane is included); how obscene is that...

If only I had any friends that I trusted with an 1134 cc overbored superbike...maybe I can get crashbox to borrow it periodically just to keep the juices juicy. Ideally, I'd like to sell it to someone who will properly appreciate it, but I don't know anyone like that, and I have to put at least a few miles on it myself before it goes.

There is also the thought of having the right tool for the task; and that is also part of my approach to life. I absolutely HATE using the wrong tool for the task, an aversion probably running somewhere deep in my old-world wood-carver ancestry. That thought makes things easier, but...still...I'm all out of carport space....