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It’s finally happened.

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My husband put his Harley up for sale.

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After one last ride that almost made him change his mind.

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He bought the bike in 2009, without me knowing because asking forgiveness is easier than asking permission.

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We already had one motorcycle and certainly didn’t need another….

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But his friend Jim’s brother had died and left the bike to Jim who didn’t ride.

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It’s an ‘87 FXLR that was completely stripped down and rebuilt, powder coated, switched from chain to belt, digital instrumentation, extra chrome… custom all the way.

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To the tune of $27,000. We have the paperwork.

Since the owner was a friend who wanted his late brother’s bike to have a good home, my husband purchased it for a quarter of that price.

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Sounds like a great deal but …

(You knew there would be a but.)

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Just because it’s custom doesn’t mean it’s comfortable, which it isn’t. The back seat is tiny… and my derrière is not. I could ride about a half an hour tops, before screaming uncle. And the late brother was a tall man, my husband is not… so shifting was a bit of an uncomfortable stretch.

It’s also a Harley, which means it breaks down frequently. That’s fine if you’re a gear head tinkerer, expensive as Hell if you’re not.

I’ve been squawking about hubby selling it for almost as long as we’ve had it but last weekend, without any prompting from me…. out it went on the front lawn. Miracles do happen.

Of course his asking price is about $3,500 over what it should be… so whether he’s really serious about letting it go is debatable.

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