Well, it looks like the crazy green motorcycle project of 08 is back in the works. If your memory is really poor, here's another picture to jog your recollection:
As it turns out, the bike of my dreams was in Boulder, CO. all along. Who knew? Certainly not that dumbass in Cheyenne who wanted to sell me that second rate purple bastard.
So, now it's just a matter of time to get the bike transported up to Scottsbluff (about 60 miles away) so that they can modify the handlebars and install a windscreen.
I'm kind of hoping they could have it finished this weekend, but I'm not holding my breath. If I've learned nothing else when it comes to this motorcycle hunt of mine, it's this: Don't get your damn, useless hopes up.
Therefore, I'm not getting excited until I get my hot, little, sexy hands on it. If I do, you'll be the, well, like 8th, 9th and or 10th to know. So, watch this space... either intense jubilation, or pitying despair... you be the judge.
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so I started to read dilbert.com... just to make an old man happy... just so you know... love ya
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