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The young girl living in my in-law apartment decides to buy a bike....finds an '03 EX250 in Bristol RI for short money with only 112 miles on it.
So the sap that I am, I decide I will go get if for her and ride it home cause I am too lazy to get the trailer, blah blah blah...
Bristol is about 30 miles from home, this should be a fun ride home, toying with at 2fiddy.
We get there, I talk to the guy, who knows nothing of sportbikes but bought the bike 3 years ago for his wife and after 2 or 3 jaunts decides she is too scared and there it sits for the next 3 years till she decides to sell it.
I attach (illegal) plates, they exchange money and papers, I turn to the girl and say, I have no phone, no money and no license. Make sure you follow me home, I will most likely need fuel. OK she says then decides that she will lead our way out of this neighborhood since she is familiar....
We get about half a mile, at a stop light, and it dies while idling. I look up, there she goes, on the fuauking phone with the music going, going, gone. So I turn up the idle, get the bike started and off I go again, she must be up ahead waiting on me right? Wrong. Now it has started to rain, well, maybe we should say downpour......
The short of it is, I got stuck 3 more times and was outside for 3 hours till I finally got to a D&D and the nice coffee biatch let me use her cell phone to call home and find out she is sitting on the couch watching TV! I had to tell her to get her ass all the way back to RI to give me money for gas since I rev'd the piss outa it up Rte 6 just to make it to civilization and now I was out of fuel.
The bike had the original gas from when it was prepped at the dealer, obviously needed a carb cleaning and I was riding in the rain with 10 psi in each tire!
The moral of the story, fuck girls who want to ride bikes, if you can't do it yourself, don't ask me for any favors.
The sucka that I am, cleaned her carbs, and the fuel tank, changed the muck she called oil and shaved the seat.
I hope she rides that thing!