I got me a lid.
And so it begins...
MSF course starts next Wednesday.
I still haven't found a bike. Apparently 450-500 CC's go like hotcakes here in SoCal. A 250 is just too small for me, and an 1100 is too damn big and wasteful. Where's my happy medium?!
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How did this story start?
It all began on a suffocating July afternoon, standing in a crowded noisy repair shop on the wrong side of the tracks. A short hispanic mechanic was
"We started tearing down your transmission, and man, there was just a mess in there, so we just went ahead and replaced it with a new updated rebuilt one." I looked down at the smudged receipt placed in my hand by the short Hispanic mechanic. It said $1400.
"Oh." yeah. oh. Why the (insert four letter word) didn't you call me first?
It was all downhill after that. I have now sold my car to someone with an income, but now my freedom is holding it's breath under water...
Oh.
(Have a blessed All Saints' Day)
Evan how are you doing? write me sometime. I am getting a job at target. I am also going to Washington the end of this month.
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