My car exploded, so now I’m getting a motorcycle. Oh, okay, it didn’t exactly explode, but it might as well have.
Anyway, I wanted to get something cheap. I found what seemed to be a really good deal on a ’79 650 Yamaha with only 3400 miles. It was in wonderful shape and idled great, but because it hadn’t been driven in 10 years, the carbuerator was gummed up and it died every time you gave it gas. After leaving, I called and offered the guy 500 bucks, but I didn’t get the bike because some other guy showed up right after I left and offered him what he was asking ($700).
Oh well. If anyone finds a decent street bike for under a grand, please let me know.
As soon as humanly possible, I want to statistically increase my odds of being killed or injured (read: buy a motorcycle).
Steve and I ventured out into another One Hour News adventure. Being incapable of actually investigating anything, we just decided to revert to walking into businesses and seeing how many questions we could ask before being asked to leave. (That was pretty much all that had been done in the past, right?) Surprisingly, Super 8 talked to us. McDonald’s almost talked to us. And we walked right through the mall! As most people know, malls are notorious for tackling anyone weilding a camera before the “record” light can even come on, but we walked around for quite a while before being tackled…
