The excesses in partying and attempted immorality got boring and I bought a project car. It was supposed to be awesome and fast. It turned out I suck as a mechanic, and the car needed a new engine. Eventually I said screw it and sold it at a great loss, wrote off the whole experience as a learning expense, and signed up for a motorcycle class.
Three years in I'm still stuck on that. Every free moment when the weather doesn't suck too much I'm out there on two wheels making up for time lost.
Earlier this year I decided to write off my tired old 1999 Yamaha YZF-R6. It needed more work than was worth it. I sold it to a beginner and saved for another bike. Things were hampered somewhat since I'd totaled my daily driver on the way back from a trackday and needed a new vehicle. I picked up an el-cheapo beat up Chevy S-10 to get me around during the winter and started looking for a bike.
In February I found a 2006 Honda CBR600RR with 10.5k miles on it down in Rogue River. I contacted the owner and arranged to go see it. The usual sales meeting occurred. He said "no test rides". I pulled out an envelope full of cash and said "I'm quite serious about this", his eyes widened like a cartoon character and he let me take it for a test ride. Of course I bought it (it was in great shape) and went home with it strapped down in the back of my S10. Its beautiful when the bike in the back is worth more than the truck.
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