Buying used gear or parts is a great way to save yourself some money. On the flip side, it’s a great way to make a few bucks and subsidize new moto-purchases. But seriously, some of you folks need to polish your skills on being a buyer. Shitty sellers exist too, but I’ve found FAR more shitty buyers in my time. Based on a recent experience I had, here are some tips on buying gear and parts.
Yes. I ran out of gas. This time not in my garage like the last time. I was at work. Fuel pump made a funny should when it primed – a sound it only makes when I’m out of gas. I usually get gas around 160-180 miles. I checked the trip odometer, 222 miles. Shit. Well beyond even stretching it.
Thumb the starter – no joy. Stand the bike up, can’t even hear any gas sloshing around. How did I even make it into work? Try again up right, no start. So I start pushing the half-mile to the gas station. About half way there a bike pulls up:
“Yeah, just outta gas.”
“Are you gonna make it up the hill?”
“One way or another, I will.”
“Let me park and I’ll come back and help you up the hill.”
I coast down the hill and make it nowhere close to up the hill so I start pushing again. Stranger comes up and starts pushing from behind, me on the bars. It’s easy work now, but man, wearing all that gear and pushing a bike suuuuucks.
He needed gas too, so as we get into the station I insist on buying him a tank of fuel. He tries to deny me, but I mean, really, how much does it cost me? The guy went out of his way to help some yahoo who can’t watch his odometer. $10 is an easy penance to pay.
So Jason, on the 1198, whoever and where ever you are, thank you.
These car vs bike things are kind of played out.
Yeah, we get it, F1 cars are balls out fast. But this race was a little different.
Got a message for my buddy Jim about going to Smog City today for some limited release he was part of. I’m never one to turn down the chance to try a new brewery so I made sure my schedule was clear and then off we went. Picked up our buddy Jorge on the way, who I haven’t seen in a long time, so it was great to catch up with the guys, meet some new people, try some new beers, and bring home some souvenirs.
Little late, I was busy all day, but here’s your Saturday Morning Metal
Although I know Lemmy didn’t really consider what he did as “metal,” here’s your Saturday Morning Metal. Rock in Peace, Mr Kilmister.