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Traded my v-star for an 08 RoadKing. My wife watched the idiot salesman at Theils come out and get on someone else's Yamaha and try to start it for a couple minutes before he moved on the the right bike. Great bike, great service, good deal, idiots in sales...
Live and learn - too many dealers to worry about one bad one.
I remember letting one go, my first ex-wife. Finally had enough of her, took her for a drive in the desert. Didn't kill her, just buried her alive but only deep enough for the coyotes to dig up her feet, just a couple of feet.
Walking back to the bike I realized I had violated the first rule of doing someone in, yep, I had forgot to rifle through her pockets for valuables, she had the keys to the bike in her jeans, I didn't think about it since I'd been drinking and told her to put them in her pocket so I wouldn't lose them.
Well, you can imagine how stupid I felt having to dig her back up and wrestle the keys from her just to put her back down in the hole.
If that hole had been much deeper I would have lost that bike for good and felt like you now. Whewy! That was a close one.
I should have done the same thing, my ex-wife still haunts me. Her boyfriend she was with while we were married is long gone, and now
she is lonely, and realizes how bad she screwed up. But the new wife
is just like my Electra Glide, neither one is going anywhere.
Back in '81 I just went through my 2nd back surgery. Bills were piling up and kid on the way. Had to sell my almost completely restored 1946 Indian. That was tough.
I remember letting one go, my first ex-wife. Finally had enough of her, took her for a drive in the desert. Didn't kill her, just buried her alive but only deep enough for the coyotes to dig up her feet, just a couple of feet.
Walking back to the bike I realized I had violated the first rule of doing someone in, yep, I had forgot to rifle through her pockets for valuables, she had the keys to the bike in her jeans, I didn't think about it since I'd been drinking and told her to put them in her pocket so I wouldn't lose them.
Well, you can imagine how stupid I felt having to dig her back up and wrestle the keys from her just to put her back down in the hole.
If that hole had been much deeper I would have lost that bike for good and felt like you now. Whewy! That was a close one.
Just read this to my wife. She didn't laugh. Just told me to clean up the drink I spit up on the key board.
I felt the same way about my RG when I traded it in for my Ultra. Out of all the bikes I've had over the years that was the only way I felt that way about.
My first car was a 1966 Mustang coupe. It was a Sprint model with a 200 six in it. My Grandfather bought it and rebuilt the engine with the intent on selling it to me, which he did. I think I paid $1200 for it in 1989.
It was far from restored with the exception of the engine. I busted my butt for the next 2 years to restore that car. I took a job at a body shop and was able to do some of the work myself. By the time my senior year rolled around I had a really nice car. Painted it black, had some chrome modular wheels on it, put an interior kit in it, and lowered it about an inch.
After that, I got a much better paying job and the inner hot rodder took over. I yanked out the six cylinder and replaced it with a mild 302 complete with a flowmaster exhaust. The thing sounded really good. Put a shift kit in the C-4 and stuck an 8" rear end under it with 3.73 gears. Fastest I went was a 13.10 in the quarter on street tires.
Got married a few years later. The Stang was starting to show the effects of being street raced and generally beat on from all those years. I just wasn't cutting it as my only car and I couldn't afford a new one without selling it.
Sold it to a kid that couldn't take his eyes off it. The whole process that I went through with the car was about to start over again. I shed a couple of tears when he drove it away, but 3 weeks later I lost it. I learned that the kid got broad sided in it by a drunk driver and was killed. Tears me up just thinking about it.
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