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The guy who sold me this must have seen me coming. My quick,
uneducated inspection of the motorcycle failed to uncover a
number of parts missing or held on by duct tape and bailing
wire. Despite it’s mechanical problems, I had some fun on it.
The fatal wound to the bike happened as I was riding down a two
track road by my house. The high school cross country team was
running along the same road, so I thought I’d do a little wheelie
down a slight drop. Apparently, I caught the 900rpm powerband at
it’s peak while my tire found an above average amount of traction.
The next thing I know, I’m tumbling behind the bike, and out of
the corner of my eye, I see parts shredding off of it. I got up and
walked over to the bike to inspect it for damage. Surprisingly,
nobody on the team harassed me about the crash. It must have looked
kind of bad, because they mostly asked me if I was hurt.
The bike didn’t fare as well as I did in the crash. It was stripped
down to the frame in the back. Both rear number plates, the seat
and the rear fender were spread amongst the debris. In addition,
the bars were bent and both of the levers broke. I can’t recall any
details about selling the bike other than I wasn’t expecting to get
much for it and I didn’t. Financially, it cleared the way for the
next bike which would be a substantial improvement.
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