i fell in love again today, i had every intention of sticking the sporty on e-bay and raising some cash to fund the boxer race project, i can't just sell it without at least giving it a good looking at, i checked out my stash and i haven't got an oil filter, bollock's, since my 'difference of opinion' with a well known 'independent' harley davidson shop owner, [yes you fucker, you nearly killed me, we still need to have a chat about that] i have to suck it up and pay a visit to the local official dealer, almost a tenner for a filter? scandulous, is it because i wanted a black one instead of chrome? i'm looking at the people in the shop, what have i got in common with any of them? nothing, the whole 'consumer' experience leaves me cold, dangerous is in his element now, taking the piss and generally giving it me big-time about buying off them, we call in at the big japper shop on the way home, c.m.c, i remind dangerous how they tried to bum him when he tried to trade his sporty in for a ducati sport classic, one-all then bastard! i walk down the row's of faceless japper's, why the fuck do i want to sell my sporty? it's everything i love about motorcycles and i built mine........
Those who "buy" bikes will never understand...
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