The first step to saying goodbye?

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As you know, my husband miraculously parted with one of his motorcycles earlier this year. We really don’t ride much anymore and while it was the right thing to do… I know it was hard for him. Admitting you’re getting older is never easy and I daresay a piece of his youth drove off with that Kawasaki.

Of course he still has the Harley. Which is why I was extremely surprised when I saw him outside last week giving her a bath in anticipation of someone coming over to look at it.

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He bought the low rider back in 2009 from a friend whose brother had died. Not riding himself and knowing how much love and money his brother put into it, the friend was glad to see it go to a good home.

And believe me, serious money was invested in a complete remodel shortly before the owner passed.

$27,000 worth of serious.

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My husband paid a fraction of that and though we’ve owned it for quite a while, I have to admit we don’t ride it very often.

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See that tiny rear seat?

It doesn’t match my (not so tiny) rear seat and made long trips something to be avoided.

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We took it for short hops, and won a few bike show trophies… but for the most part she’s lived under cover in the garage.

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Which if you know anything about motorcycles and old Harleys in particular… is not a good thing.

Yes, someone is interested in buying her but unfortunately she’s not running right now. Won’t even start as a matter of fact… and there’s no telling how much money we’ll have to sink in her to make that happen.

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Second thoughts on saying goodbye?

Oh yeah.

He’s probably having third and fourth as well.

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14 thoughts on “The first step to saying goodbye?”

  1. Does the machine have new fuel in it. Or are the spark plugs dirty. I’m not a mechanic but my brother was, and he got deals on many old machines because of stupid things like that. He would truck them home, change the fuel, or the spark plugs, and off he would go with a nice bike worth far more than he paid for it.
    Mind you, he also got stuck with a few duds, but not many! He’s dead now, probably riding in Harley Heaven.

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      1. They’re out there, and I’m surprised hubby doesn’t know one. He talks to anyone about anything. Isn’t there a bar for old bikers in Maine?

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  2. Rg, “a piece of his youth drove off with that Kawasaki” is pure poetry which, being an octogenarian (not to mention, a poet), I can relate to and appreciate. When I parted ways with thousands of 78 rpm records which I spent decades collecting, that’s exactly how I felt. 😥

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  3. It’s so hard to let things go, especially one-of-a-kind items. I get it. He doesn’t want to regret saying goodbye. Good luck with this one….but if it just sits, it’s not fair for the bike.

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