So its been about two weeks since the bike has sold. id always treated it as just a something mechanical, a mode of transportation, or an activity to go do. Maybe it stemmed from the fact that it was my daily and almost sole source of transportation for almost 4 years. Maybe the hassle of "getting suited up" to make a quick trip to the store, or running multiple errands and doing this process 10 times in an hour. Maybe it was the fact that when it was hot, I was hot, when it was cold, I was cold and everything in between. But now, I miss it. Its not in my garage anymore, theres an open hole, a spot where it once waited for me. Im not sure if I was taking the bike for granted this whole time or maybe the fact that I cant ride it as I please now just struck me. Regardless the green machine is missing, and I don't like it. I still have the 650r, whom is still titleless, and cannot be ridden on the street. I could track prep it, but the whole reason I sold my street bike was to free up income, and get money back in my dwindling savings account, what would be the point if I spend 1k+ getting it track ready, then spending money on the track days themselves? maybe next semester when I get more grant money I can, just doesn't feel right at the moment to.
So far I still, or atleast did see the bike daily. I sold it locally to someone I see on a regular basis, which could be a good thing... except I see him riding it like shit on a daily basis, he told me "he rode for years before moving to GA" but it doesn't seem like it. Damn near red lining just to move it from a stop, constantly revving the motor with the clutch in, using first gear/high rpm, when he should be in third, calling me because "it wont start" and he simply had the kick stand down in gear. All of this is jumbling together be make me regret getting rid of her. Or atleast to this person. fast forward today, and I get a call from him, telling he wrecked it. Not sure how bad, but "he needs a lot of parts" and wonders if I can help him fix it. I actually got mad deep down, furious really, I probably should have, but I did. I just hung up the phone. I don't know why it bothered me like it did. Ive wrecked it several times, some my fault, some simple mistakes, even some caused by other people. But for some reason this bothered me. Im still stuck on what to do. I considered the person some what of a friend, but at this time I don't even wan to be associated with them... its strange that I never felt the connection before, until its now gone... anyway just my ramblings, I may post pictures if I get any.