"Orange You Glad You Came?" (or "Whazzat Orange Thang in the Back of Yer Pickemup, Brian?")

Well, just weeks after saying I missed my old Tiger, fate and the generosity of some dear sweet friends in Texas have conspired to put another Triumph Tiger in my riding stable. I'm here to tell you that it really is true what they say about karma, folks.

She's a bonafide, shade-of-Tigger beauty, Florida sunshine bright, Calvin and Hobbes inspirational goodness. Anita Bryant herself probably polished that O-R-A-N-G-E luster.

As I rolled her down off the back of the truck and into the garage, she leaned over to the Beemer: "Psssst! Hey, buddy, what's it like around here?"

"You're gonna love it," said the Dakar, reassuringly. "We get worlds of attention and go for rides nearly every day, rain or shine -- even in the freakin' snow!"

"Great!" said the Tiger (imitating Tony, of course).

"Yeah," said the ZZR, stirring from her slumber-spot beneath a cover, "life is good here." Then the big Kawasaki's voice dropped to a whisper: "But, uh, I don't mean to alarm you or anything ... but you might want to ask what happened to the first Tiger he brought home."

Heh heh.