The radio, when turned on, played Low Rider.
The rest of this is me going on and on about how I came to pick my bike.
I'd read countless entries in the used vehicle weeklies, but only gone to see two: the first was just too tall. I don't recall the make anymore, but it could have been a good bike for me. However, I was and am keen on having a bike that I feel I can control at all times and part of that is being able to put my feet down flat!
The second bike was a Honda custom, '79. It had as they say, issues. Not that surprising considering its age! The guy who was trying to sell it didn't even have the title in his name, which was Matt's clincher. I just didn't like the bike. Again, a bit tall and top-heavy and would have needed work that I wasn't willing to give it. To top it off: it was in Carver, a full hour drive from Lexington and therefore a bit tough to get home after all that. So, no dice.
This past Friday, I called a young man who lives one town over in Arlington (less than 5 miles from my house, as a matter of fact)- Young Shawn had grown about a foot since last season and a 250 was no longer going to do. His family are obvious cycle enthusiasts, as they let him start riding 2 years ago when he was barely 16.
We drove up and I saw the cutest, prettiest Rebel I have ever seen: two-tone black with cream on the tank. Matt gave it a quick once-over and he determined it had nothing visibly wrong with it and it was, in fact, cleaner than his own bike! My test drive, while short proved the important parts worked. I had to wait for them to shut up about its attributes for me to say "I'll take it, how much do you want for a down payment?" As the whole family was about to go up to Maine the next day, they agreed to get the rest of the amount and drop off the bike the next morning!
By Saturday at 10am, I was the proud owner of my first motorized vehicle.
RMV and ins. took an hour to get fixed up. I'll be out on the road tonight. The back roads: far far away from Mass. Ave, if I can help it.
Picture(s) to be posted as soon as possible!
The rest of this is me going on and on about how I came to pick my bike.
I'd read countless entries in the used vehicle weeklies, but only gone to see two: the first was just too tall. I don't recall the make anymore, but it could have been a good bike for me. However, I was and am keen on having a bike that I feel I can control at all times and part of that is being able to put my feet down flat!
The second bike was a Honda custom, '79. It had as they say, issues. Not that surprising considering its age! The guy who was trying to sell it didn't even have the title in his name, which was Matt's clincher. I just didn't like the bike. Again, a bit tall and top-heavy and would have needed work that I wasn't willing to give it. To top it off: it was in Carver, a full hour drive from Lexington and therefore a bit tough to get home after all that. So, no dice.
This past Friday, I called a young man who lives one town over in Arlington (less than 5 miles from my house, as a matter of fact)- Young Shawn had grown about a foot since last season and a 250 was no longer going to do. His family are obvious cycle enthusiasts, as they let him start riding 2 years ago when he was barely 16.
We drove up and I saw the cutest, prettiest Rebel I have ever seen: two-tone black with cream on the tank. Matt gave it a quick once-over and he determined it had nothing visibly wrong with it and it was, in fact, cleaner than his own bike! My test drive, while short proved the important parts worked. I had to wait for them to shut up about its attributes for me to say "I'll take it, how much do you want for a down payment?" As the whole family was about to go up to Maine the next day, they agreed to get the rest of the amount and drop off the bike the next morning!
By Saturday at 10am, I was the proud owner of my first motorized vehicle.
RMV and ins. took an hour to get fixed up. I'll be out on the road tonight. The back roads: far far away from Mass. Ave, if I can help it.
Picture(s) to be posted as soon as possible!
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