Almost gone....
FWIW, even though I have been halfway trying to sell my dad's Road King, he still rides it.
His date of birth is February 13, 1944
You need to find you something to keep going, to make life exciting. If not, the next Evo Meetup might sadly be at a nursing home to visit you parked in the corner of the bingo room.
The only drool we want to see running from your mouth should be caused by scantily clad ladies.
I ain't kidding. When I thought my riding days were over, I had lost the courage or will to do anything which caused me to deteriorate further. I had reached a point where I was trying to figure out who leave a a great big wad of sweaty money to as well as figuring out who would be able to appreciate all of my stuff.
Oddly enough, my mom, who was adominantly opposed to me riding motorcycles when I was a young boy encouraged me to ride again and figure out what it would take to make that happen. She told me to always ride, and never give it up.
His date of birth is February 13, 1944
You need to find you something to keep going, to make life exciting. If not, the next Evo Meetup might sadly be at a nursing home to visit you parked in the corner of the bingo room.
The only drool we want to see running from your mouth should be caused by scantily clad ladies.
I ain't kidding. When I thought my riding days were over, I had lost the courage or will to do anything which caused me to deteriorate further. I had reached a point where I was trying to figure out who leave a a great big wad of sweaty money to as well as figuring out who would be able to appreciate all of my stuff.
Oddly enough, my mom, who was adominantly opposed to me riding motorcycles when I was a young boy encouraged me to ride again and figure out what it would take to make that happen. She told me to always ride, and never give it up.
I don't think I'll ever sell my 93. I've had it since new, and there are too many memories associated with it. If the day comes when I have to put the riding gear away for the last time, it'll become an ornament. When I stop breathing, it'll be my kids problem.
Stick around the forum.
Took my cash from my bike and went and got that little Ranger I've been wanting. Got 37 miles and had to call a tow truck. Right break got to smoking and stinking. So now the shop has it, hopefully that's all that's wrong. Called the dealer and said thanks. He wants me to call him when I get the diagnoses. I miss my bike.
The shop called this morning and said both front locked up. Needs everything. Also getting rear pads and cylinders. $483. The dealer said he'd split it with me, pretty good of the guy since he could just tell me to F off. So for $240 I get all new brakes, rotors, calipers, and rear cylinders. I'm ok with that. Guess I should be glad it happened right off the lot, rather than in a week, then I'd be paying the whole thing.
We do have some thing similar here called the "Lemon Law" but I think it only applies to new vehicles.
I don't work on them anymore, too many medical issues, beside being a PITA. The lemon law does only apply to new vehicles. I bought a 22 year old truck, and I'm very thankful that he did what he did. Most small used car dealers tell you to F-OFF once you're off their lot. So I'm just waiting for the call. They were sent the wrong parts yesterday. Then I have to sell my old '92 Ranger and go get my scooter! They have a blu one down there, so I can't keep my screen name. It's blu and has two wheels, that will have to do!









