Farkle - Fun Accessory Really Kool Likely Expensive
Whether this truly is the root of the word Farkle cannot be guaranteed but .... to Farkle, to install a Farkle or to become engaged in Farkling is widely understood to be the retreat and succour of many ST1300 owners
Regardless of what the object of the fascination with Farkling is, there exists in many of us an urge to make our own example of something or other truly individual or perhaps it's just something to do with the predominantly male psyche needing to dominate something as powerful as this thing. Who knows or cares, but it really is fun
It sort of goes along with the principle displayed on a plaque bought for me by one of my two dear daughters that, 'A man's home is his castle, but his garage is his retreat'!
Wives and partners (again widely known as SWMBO or She Who Must Be Obeyed) often feign a lack of understanding as to the reasons, motivation or sense behind the urge or the need to Farkle or indeed whether a particular Farkle will render available any further benefit for the bike or for those seated upon it. Such discouragement and scorn is to be ignored assiduously as is the usually resultant female grumpiness and ever tightening grip on the purse strings!
Do I grump and moan when she disappears into a greenhouse for hours on end (notwithstanding that I am more than willing to eat the product or her labours)? No! So, naturally I must find something else to do while she does and the garage is really handy, and there's just one more thing needing done on the bike...."d'ja get mi"?
Despite this professed lack of understanding (the quotation, "The Lady doth protest too much" comes to mind - I wish) SWMBO invariably appreciates afterwards the enhanced safety, functionality or sheer fun that using a particular Farkle can bring to motorcycling, so 'press on regardless' is my motto
The urge to Farkle extends even to a rare 1:8 scale model of this particular machine bought for me recently by my other dear daughter and which will be even further modified to mirror the real thing - is this sad or what?!
Regardless of what the object of the fascination with Farkling is, there exists in many of us an urge to make our own example of something or other truly individual or perhaps it's just something to do with the predominantly male psyche needing to dominate something as powerful as this thing. Who knows or cares, but it really is fun
It sort of goes along with the principle displayed on a plaque bought for me by one of my two dear daughters that, 'A man's home is his castle, but his garage is his retreat'!
Wives and partners (again widely known as SWMBO or She Who Must Be Obeyed) often feign a lack of understanding as to the reasons, motivation or sense behind the urge or the need to Farkle or indeed whether a particular Farkle will render available any further benefit for the bike or for those seated upon it. Such discouragement and scorn is to be ignored assiduously as is the usually resultant female grumpiness and ever tightening grip on the purse strings!
Do I grump and moan when she disappears into a greenhouse for hours on end (notwithstanding that I am more than willing to eat the product or her labours)? No! So, naturally I must find something else to do while she does and the garage is really handy, and there's just one more thing needing done on the bike...."d'ja get mi"?
Despite this professed lack of understanding (the quotation, "The Lady doth protest too much" comes to mind - I wish) SWMBO invariably appreciates afterwards the enhanced safety, functionality or sheer fun that using a particular Farkle can bring to motorcycling, so 'press on regardless' is my motto
The urge to Farkle extends even to a rare 1:8 scale model of this particular machine bought for me recently by my other dear daughter and which will be even further modified to mirror the real thing - is this sad or what?!