Re: Sold the bike
I sold the bike yesterday to a guy in Dallas . *Kind of a funny story, here goes:
I got to his house around 7:30pm or so last night. *We unloaded the bike outta the truck with no problems, and he began to look it over. *He gave me the usual 'hey, nice bike' comment and started it up. *He didn't even give it 10 seconds to warm up before he started blipping the throttle. *(It may or may not be bad to do that, but I dont make a habit of it.) *He proceeds to straddle the bike and says, 'Gonna see how this baby rides!' *He's wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and running shoes. *I stop him and say, 'Hey bud, how about a helmet?'
'Naw, just gonna take it around the block. *I've been riding for a long time, I'll be alright.'
(I think to myself, he just jinxed the whole night)
'Ok, how about you let me hold the cash while you take it for a ride?'
'What for, I'm gonna buy it as long as it runs good. *And you say it runs good, right?'
'Yeah, it runs good. *But thats not what I'm worried about. *I don't know you, and honestly, I don't trust you. *And the fact that you aren't wearing ANY gear kinda worries me.'
'Oh, ok. *Well how about I give you my driver's license?'
'No. *You do that if you're gonna drive a car or something. *It's easy to do alot of damage in hurry on a bike, and I haven't even SEEN any cash yet.'
'OK man, whatever. *You drove a long way to bring me this bike, I GUESS so.'
So he went inside and came back with half the money for the bike, which was fair, because I still kept the title. *But he ALSO came out wearing a helmet, jacket and gloves. *I pushed the bike out to the curb for him and had it running to let it warm up. *He got on, gunned the engine a few times, and kicked it in gear. *The bike died. *You guessed it, kickstand still down. *He hit the kill switch, put it in 2nd gear, eventually found nuetral, and still couldn't start it. *He then turned the kill switch back to 'run' and started it up. *He managed to find first gear again, revved it to about 3 grand and slowly let the clutch out and dragged his feet down the street. *I couldn't BEAR to watch. *He wobbled through the stopsign, accelerated throught the corner and dissappered. *I jokingly said to my friend, 'We are probably the last people to EVER seen that man alive.' *
He came back a few minutes later, drooling and with his eyes about to pop out of his skull, and mumbled something to the effect of 'Wow, that thing is really jumpy between 1 and 3 thousand rpm!'
We exchanged cash and the title, and I drove away. *I really don't miss the bike yet, but I have become REALLY attached to this wad of cash that burned a hole in the pocket of my jeans! *I'm gonna sell all my gear, look for it in the classifieds tomorrow.