My Girl
Yeah, she shows some wear.
Any woman her age would.
She has had some hard miles in her life
and I have been with her for all of them.
We weathered the good times
and the stormy days together.
I have laughed with her
and cried with her too.
And when the sum of life
weighed heaviest on me,
she would always find a way to make me smile.
That’s why I love her.
Even though she is a little wider in the hips
and has a few extra lines,
I still think she is stop-traffic sexy.
No matter what the future holds,
a piece of my heart will always be hers.
Lord, I love that motorcycle!
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Does she have a name?
Oddly enough, she does not. I do love my motorcycle, but I will never have the kind of attachment to anything material as to give it a name. And what would be the point, they never come when they are called anyway.