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Looking to sell my streetbike... I've lost all love for street riding... I could spend the rest of this post waxing poetic about why I no longer love riding street, but what little sales experience I have tells me that wouldn't be the best course to take. Let's just say that between work, a puppy I want to shoot most of the time, domestic "stuff" and single-handed home renovation(don't ask), I don't have the time to ride it... and I'd prefer to spend the money sending Tony's kids to college... or Reno, or wherever (do you even have kids, Tony?)
Bought new mid-July last year. Clean title in hand. 6K miles. NO CRASHES, no drops, no chrome helmeted rev-limiter bouncing on Lansdowne... No girls with the clap on the back seat wearing hot-pants. Actually, nobody's ever ridden this bike except me. I'm pretty sure I don't have the clap and I definitely don't own any hot-pants that I'll admit to. No track days... No abuse, no neglect, etc... Always garaged in a heated (year round) shop.
Owned by a reasonably responsible 32-year old man-child maintenance freak who's too scared of tickets and/or handcuffs to ride it like it was meant to be ridden. Bike is 100% immaculate except for a small amount of boot wear from where my right heel hits the swingarm (I can take some pics of this). No big deal. Bike is stock except for a set of grip heaters and a Scotts oil filter. Comes with factory manual. Super-light (I'm a pussy) break-in with oil changes at 100, 250, 500, 1000 miles... Scotts oil filter allowing for close examination of waste oil. Seriously, the bike has been babied... Somebody take it home.
I'd like to get $8900. Guaranteed to score you at least one piece of ass this summer... (no guarantees that she's either hot or clap-free, though.. probably neither... I admit to not being much of a salesman). If it doesn't help you get laid I'll be happy to park next to you with the ratty EX 500 commuter I'll likely buy as a replacement. This is sure convince the womenfolk that you are the real fucking deal. The bike is even safety-wired to offer you convenient conversation points in case they try to question your unassailable masculine manliness.
Enough.
You buy now...
Serious inquiries only please... Lowball offers can get fucked.