As annoying as it is to have someone sell something out from underneath you, it can occassionally have some interesting benefits.
About 20 years ago, I was looking for something fun to drive in the summer, something a little different than my truck. I got to looking at an old MG convertible. Dude and I agreed on a price, but my money was in the bank and it was after closing. We agreed that I would come pick it up in the morning after the bank opened. Sure enough, I got there and he had sold the car. So now here I am with a big wad of cash burning a hole in my pocket, going through the local ads, and then..."Oh, this could be fun!"
And that's how I got my first bike, an '81 650 Special.
About 20 years ago, I was looking for something fun to drive in the summer, something a little different than my truck. I got to looking at an old MG convertible. Dude and I agreed on a price, but my money was in the bank and it was after closing. We agreed that I would come pick it up in the morning after the bank opened. Sure enough, I got there and he had sold the car. So now here I am with a big wad of cash burning a hole in my pocket, going through the local ads, and then..."Oh, this could be fun!"
And that's how I got my first bike, an '81 650 Special.
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