
Over the years there have been two instances where I almost said goodbye to my 1995 Speed Triple - Baby - for something more modern. In both instances, something happened and I didn't do it. She was older technology, but she was a blast to ride - and had been for the past 11 years.
I finally said goodbye to Baby late Friday. The struggle with modern gasoline having a percentage of Ethanol had become too much. I was constantly struggling with additives & cleansers to try and keep her running. It was becoming a weekly job. Modern gasoline has 10% ethanol, which causes it to warp, deform, & swell plastic - a component of nearly all carburetors. Baby had three carbs and keeping them all smooth functioning and synced was trying, at best.
While I was on vacation in France last month, I was driving through Nimes and saw a Triumph dealer on my way out of town. On a whim, I stopped and went in to have a look around. I saw something that hadn't been at the dealers here yet. A 15th anniversary edition Speed Triple. For the unwashed, the Speed Triple was first released in 1995. This 15th anniversary edition (a 2010 model) is a limited edition being released to mark the birth of the model - the birth of Baby. It has a special metallic black, a few bits that would have to be ordered extra if you got a regular model, and of special meaning to me - the Triumph logo on the tank is in the same color orange as the color of Baby. A nod to that first year.
I thought it was interesting, and I thought it was nice that they were calling attention to the very model of Speed Triple I'd had for 11 years (I bought her very gently used from a close friend of mine). Beyond that, I gave it no more thought. It was fantastic looking, but it was a limited edition model that I had no intention of getting. Besides, I was in Provence - I had 2000-year-old Roman ruins to visit and wine to drink. ;-)

After I got back to the states, I read more about it just out of curiosity, but beyond that I put it out of my head (sort of). A few days later, I went out to ride Baby to work and, as has been the case the last year or so, she stumbled on starting up - the carbs had sat for 12 days while I was on vacation and it took a while for them to settle in on the way to work.
When I got to work, I looked up the new Triple again. I decided to seriously consider making the jump. I'd already test ridden the current model Triple about a year ago. Unbelievably agile and light feeling, with more power than I'd ever experienced. I knew what they were like alright, but I scheduled another test ride as a reminder. On the drive home from the test ride, I decided to do it.
The dealer made me a very generous offer on Baby because she was like new (I take very good care of my bikes). About a week later, they had a 15th year bike uncrated, prepped, and ready for pick up. I rode Baby to work on Friday and went to the dealer after work. They would be closed by the time I got there, but the salesman and the woman handling all the paperwork were staying for me.
It was an uneventful last ride on Baby, which was just fine because it gave me time to reflect on all that she had been for the past 11 years. When I got Baby, I'd already been a street rider for 20 years. However, I became the rider I am today on her - and because of her. She had been my sole companion on every type of ride imaginable - weekly bike nights, rallies, long distance rides, day rides, & daily commuting, and in every weather condition imaginable - year-round. I also started track riding on her. She had been everything.
When I got to the dealer it was a very strange feel turning off the engine, putting the stand down, and getting off her. I knew it would be the last time ever. It was made more surreal by the fact that the dealer was closed. There was no activity, no people, and no noise other than the sound of cars occasionally passing by. It seemed fitting that the switch happened late in the day and privately. I didn't spend any time outside for a last look and I didn't look at her as I rode away. In fact, I intentionally went around the block behind the dealer so I wouldn't have to.
The past 11 years will always be the most important of all the years I've ever ridden, or ever will ride. Baby was, by far, the grand dame of all the bikes I've ever owned. She will absolutely be the one I miss the most. I thought about keeping her, but decided against it. I didn't want her to become a "second" bike that saw little time out. This way, she'll forever remain as my go-to for those 11 years. My trusted companion.
She's also the only bike I ever named. I started calling her Baby just after I got her. She had a pressure-relief valve in the tank that, whenever the pressure increased to a certain level, would make a slow whining noise that lasted between five and ten seconds. It happened several times a week. If I happened to be passing through the garage when it happened, I'd say something back, out loud.
I'll miss that too.
As far as the new Triple goes; I had to work this past weekend, so I was only able to put 120 miles on it. We're just getting acquainted, but I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.
