Junk Under the Trunk

I've been going to get 'round to writing this down for some time now.

Lately I've been going out to the garage in the morning and staring at my two bikes and coming up with excuses to ride the Ultra it to work.

"Oh yeah, today I need to bring home, uhh, eggs. Yeah, eggs. That's it. I'd better take the Ultra today.

"Hey, don't I need to pick up some Diet Coke on my way to work this morning? Better take the Ultra."

"Hmm, isn't this my day to bring donuts?"

So what's going on? Why am I having so much fun riding that fat pig these days? Turns out it's the nice new round rear .. tire. Ever since I put round rubber back there I've been carvin' it up all over town. On my commute I can take various corners at speeds anywhere from 20 to 70 mph. Ever since replacing the rear tire I've felt much more comfortable adding throttle in the curves. It's fun to ride to work again. Baby's got junk under the trunk and Daddy likes it.