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I walked into the dealer today to order up some parts for the motard and oil change stuff for all the bikes and something cought my eye as i was heading upstairs There it was, just sitting there, all nice a red saying "look at me, look at me" a beautiful 04 red R1. I tried to ignor it and thought i had won and kept going up the stairs to check on some parts. I the dirty work at the parts counter and thought i'd be on my way home in no time, i was just about out the door and said, no i gotta at least look closer at it As i got closer, a bit of drool dripped down on the light grey sweetshirt i had on and stuck out like a sore thumb
Not at all concerned about maybe wanting it ( i was sure it'd be sold) i started joking around with the salesman. The words that came from his mouth next You're kidding me, this bike isn't sold and there isn't a name on it??
I gotta go, i can't look at it anymore, i musta called myself a complete idiot 100 times in my head for even thinking about it. Anyway, he's holding it for me until tomorrow afternoon to give me some time to think about it