When I arrived at home with the new KTM, I began checking visible bolts for tightness. Just a light scan to make sure everything was okay. Gave the chain a nice rub with some chain lotion. Then, it was time to pack. It was a Saturday. I desperately needed to get out of town and clear my head after what had transpired the day before.
I have been considering whether or not to mention this, trying to remain positive, but it is something I went through, so I'll mention it. My report anyway, right? The day before I picked up my new KTM, my beloved Chocolate Labrador Retriever, Grizzly, died unexpectedly after a routine check up at the vet. He hated going to the vet, loathed having his nails clipped and anyone touching him near his rear end outlet. I brought him home from the vet, he was foaming at the mouth, I knew something was terribly wrong. A few minutes later, he collapsed and died. He was only 9 years old. It was as if he just said phucket, I'd rather die than to go through that again.
This is what helped me make the decision to buy the KTM. I was severely depressed after he died. Sometimes I face problems head-on, but sometimes I run from my problems as well. I just wanted to disappear for awhile, clear my head, and find myself and the road ahead.
My familia back in 2008. Wife Stephanie (ex-wife actually, but I allowed the Hammerhead Shark to come back home), Daisy Chocolate Puddins (Labrador/Weimaraner mix), Grizzly Bear (English Labrador Retriever puppy), and my then KTM 990 Adventure, before leaving on a long trip.
Daisy did not want me to leave her. She wanted to come too.
Look at how cute that fat little cub bear was.
We wondered at the time whether or not he'd ever grow into his paws!
He could not have given 2 shits whether I was leaving or not. All he wanted to do was eat, sleep, and poop, and then repeat.
"When is my next feeding, or poop, or nap mommy"?
Within a year, he grew into this. Check out the package I've grown dad, I've gotta big red rocket and balls like you daddy!
What a gigantic noggin, we were wondering if his head was ever going to stop growing.
Dad, would you mind preparing my lunch while I relax and receive this belly scratch?
"How long do we have to pose for a treat dad?"
"Hey, a deer, lets chase it, Daisy".
"Okay, I'm sitting, now give me the bloody treat daddy."
May you be resting in doggy heaven, my Grizzly Bear, I love you and miss you terribly still, but I hope you are having the time of your life and humping all the female dogs you can find. Daddy taught you well!