Sitting in the studio with Matt, he looked at our 2011 BMW F800R, Karma, then sheepishly glanced at me and said, “I want to race Karma. The guys at the shop keep telling me to get a cheap Jap bike for the track, but I don’t feel it. I want to be on a bike I know and trust. I want to race Karma. But, if I do that, then we need to get another motorcycle for my commuter vehicle and for us to ride two-up.”
I paused for a moment to think about my response, and then said, “Then you should race Karma. The most important thing is your safety. If you feel the most comfortable on this bike, then by all means, this is the bike you should ride. We’ll figure out the rest.”
Famous. Last. Words.
The next morning, he texted me from BMW CycleWerks in Barrington to tell me the solution came to him in the form of Jim, a sales guy, as he walked into work. Jim told him about a 2016 R1200R that had been set-aside for a man who was no longer able to purchase it because his wife had become ill. It was the only one left. Anywhere. And it was white. It seemed too good to be true.
In addition, BMW Motorrad was offering rebates on all 2016 motorcycles and with his employee discount and the exclusive financing options available to him, this deal was unreal. As the CFO of both our household and our business, I was skeptical, but I listened.
Having purchased our home a mere 5 months prior and paid for a wedding and Parisian honeymoon only weeks earlier, our accounts resembled deflated balloons. Although most CFOs would’ve walked away from this opportunity, there was a tiny voice inside that urged me to keep my mind open to this possibility. So, after he returned from work, we turned around and went right back to the dealership with our gear.
Upon seeing the R1200R in person, I fell in love. However, her beauty was second to her operation. The riding position was far more comfortable for both of us than the F800R, the suspension system made the bumpy roads feel like glass, and the combination of the power and control offered by this bike was unmatched. We didn’t want the test drive to end.
After clearing up the last few questions I had about the numbers, we knew it was meant to be and finalized the deal. We weren’t able to take her home that night, as the dealership had closed and she needed to be prepped by both the parts guy and a BMW certified tech.
Matt and I drove the car home together in disbelief, repeatedly saying that it didn’t feel real. It felt like something happened to us, but we hadn’t done anything. It was truly surreal.
As if the situation hadn’t fallen into place quite enough, Matt reminded me of another conversation we had about his racing career. He recalled, “Remember last summer when we were riding and I seemingly randomly said, ‘Our next bike is going to be white and she’ll be named Providence?’”
I did remember. And Providence she was.