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Yes, the Harley is still for sale at too high a price.
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People stop and look but we’ve had no serious offers.
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I think my husband secretly wants to keep it and just enjoys talking about it to the people who stop.
This guy was very interested…
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Until he tried to start it and the (new, damn it!) battery was dead.
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Husband tried to jump it with a charger… but no dice.
Way to kill a sale Harley.
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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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We had a terrible rain and wind storm two weeks ago. It wasn’t a N’or Easter but with 65 mph gusts and power outages it might as well have been.
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When the power went out, I plopped myself down and read a book.
And watched the shingles on our roof flap.
That’s always fun.
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Not.
My husband spent the next day on the roof replacing those we’d lost. Homeownership is a bitch.
Shortly after, his Harley returned from the shop.
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Again
$1,500 later…
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He’s sputtering about selling and I think he might finally be ready to let her go this time.
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After a year of hemming and hawing.
A year of deciding and then changing his mind.
A year of yes he will and then no he won’t.
He finally did it.
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One final rub down …
And then.
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He put her on the front lawn for sale.
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It’s been a long time coming. We really don’t ride much anymore and throwing $1,000 into her every year to counteract the inactivity wasn’t doing her… or us…. any good.
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So the husband finally agreed to let one of his babies go.
We put her out on the lawn at 2:00 in the afternoon. At 2:30 I listed her on FB marketplace and Craig’s List. At 3:00 we got a call from a man with cash.
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The next morning at 10:00am she was gone.
I think my husband is still in shock.
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We picked up the husband’s motorcycle from the shop last week.
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And a mere $1,100 later….
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He was back on the road.
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And though I was ready to say goodbye to the bikes…
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I knew he was enjoying the feel of the wind in ( what’s left of ) his hair.
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There really is nothing like it.
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And I’m thinking the bikes will probably be with us a bit longer.
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Have you seen this duck?
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I really hope Crystal wanders by our house at some point because seeing a woman chase after her with a net is positively screaming blog fodder.
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We ducked into a favorite pub last week for a toddy and a nosh. The pot stickers were less than spectacular, but the cranberry ginger crush was yummy.
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Sitting at the bar I saw this…
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And while the thought of peanut butter whiskey disgusts me, the delivery system has merit.
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I don’t recommend running into a moose . Our friend did years ago… his bike was totaled and he spent a month in the hospital . The moose? He sauntered off like he’d been tapped by a fly swatter.
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