This isn't really a companion to Rench's rant, posted here, but it is somewhat related.
Those of you I've spoken to about this know that I'm currently saving what little surplus coin I have to my name towards a nicely large down payment on a '98-to-'04-ish (one could almost call that "modern" -- gasp!) motorcycle.
I've been looking at the usual suspects in the "big 4" -- but I've also been leaning towards a Buell, just to throw everyone off and 'bat for the home team' for once in my contrarian life.
Recently, I got the idea that I might be able to snag a decent, smaller, and older bike for commuting purposes, without really putting a dent in my larger plans.
I found such a bike on Saturday: a 1978 KZ200. 200cc single, cable disc up front, flat seat, etc. This one was apart, but had less than 6,000 miles on it. It sounded promising and I went to investigate it last night, on my way back to Madison from a prior engagement. It was wonderful. It was mostly assembled. It ran. The seat was perfect, the tank paint was shiny, and the owner wanted $1 per CC, plus he'd throw in a box with all the parts that weren't currently installed.
We talked shit for a good 45 minutes, and at the end I said I'd have to sleep on it, for I had promised my wife that I wouldn't buy it in the middle of the night. Plus, I needed my loading ramp and tie-downs. I said I'd be back tomorrow after work and left, feeling on top of the world.
I called the seller up after work, as we'd agreed, and let him know I'd be coming (after I took care of some errands I needed to run). I finished up, withdrew the money and returned to my apartment where I could load up my ramp and clear out my car. I was about to leave when I checked my email on my phone:
Sent to me 11 minutes earlier -- while I was withdrawing the money!the asshat wrote:Andrew I sold the KZ200
Thanks for looking {name of asshat}
I called him: "You sold it?"
He replied: "Yeah, guy who was gonna buy my 650 noticed it and bought it right there. Sorry. Guy with money, y'know? What was I supposed to do?"
I held my tongue. I shouldn't have, but I knew it'd do me no good. "Maybe because you should have some fucking integrity, fucking tard!" I should have said.
I am seething with anger right now...
So...
This is why I won't be buying American for my next bike. Buying American supports Americans.
Fuck Americans. Fuck buying a commuter bike. Fuck buying anything American. Fuck buying a Buell. Fuck the Americans who built it. Fuck 'em all. Fucking fuckers.
There... rant over. Fuck.
