There are two types of guys in the world. Those that marry for love and those that marry so they don't have to look for nooky each weekend.
Now I know there are a lot of subcategories that defines each group, and those that seem to be in between the two groups, but looking at the big picture, there are two groups.
There are also two types of bikers, those who own a bike to ride when he wants, and those that the bike becomes part of them. These are the people that tear their bikes apart just because and caress each part. You buy upgrades, to make her look and run better. You spend all your free time riding, shining, and taking care of her every need. In other words, you might as well marry your bike.
Those that just ride theirs and never do anything except add apiece of chrome or something, will more than likely be looking at the newer shinier models coming out, and will divorce their current model in a heart beat.
Let's face it, with a wife; if you don't upgrade her accessories, and fine tune her attitude, there will be no riding at all. And if she has to go somewhere else for repairs, someone else will end up with her.
Why is that some people seem to have a love affair with their bikes, or vehicles in general? We all remember our first car, first bike, first girlfriend, and all of them will hold a special place in our hearts, with fond memories of days gone by. But when you find that special bike, car, or lady, why do we get so weirded out and treat them so much better than any others. I know consciously, we can tell the difference, but subconsciously, can our brains tell the difference between driving, riding, and sex?
So the question you need to ask is, was the Mastiff a one night stand, (so to speak), or the love of your life.