Sometimes it’s nice to be wrong. Turns out Angie’s friend isn’t a flake after all, and there’s nothing wrong with the bike. We drove up to Phoenix this morning, test rode the bike, and trailered it back to Tucson.
Guys have a thing about the size of the wheels on their trailers. Big is manly, small is wimpy. You list one for sale in the classifieds, the first question callers ask is “What size are the wheels?” So as we’re driving through downtown Phoenix, I roll down the window and shout “Waddya think of my baby-wheel trailer now, big guys, now it’s got a Harley on it? Huh? Huh?” God, that was fun.
So here’s Angie with her Sporty.
Damn, now I’m Jonesing for a new ride!