Today I went to meet a fellow board for the sale of my Busa. If he wants to identify himself...that's up to him until he owns the bike. There will be pics to follow the story. Patience please
The day started off easy enough. Up at 3:30am, leaving town at 4:10am for a 470 mile trip to Morehead Kentucky. I was unable to reach John on his cell phone the night before, so I was driving on the faith that he would be there for the meeting. Come to find out...he's been having issues with his cell phone. The closer I got, the more often I called, and kept getting voice mail. Just a little frustrating when you've been driving for almost 8 hours.
High noon...I arrive at Morehead Kentucky. I drive around for a few minutes looking for a meeting place, and then decide on the BP station right off the exit, and park out in the open so John could see the truck and the bike. Here's where the fun begins...
My cell phone doesn't have any signal, so I go in and charm the girl at the BP into letting me use her cell phone. Actually, she offered it, but let me have my fantasy anyway.
I leave a voice mail for John with the number of the gas station, but I didn't know he didn't have access. So, I wait around the BP for about 1-1/2 hours hoping that I haven't been stood up on the sale. All the while the girl and I are chatting away. Lord, how I miss the Southern Hospitality and Charm. No flirting, but just some general conversation and a friendly atmosphere. Oh...if only I were single and 25 years old again.
I finally decide that I've waited long enough, and tell the girl bye. No, I never did get her name...probably a good thing. I get back out on the road headed home with the Busa still on the trailer that should be empty now. About 50 miles towards home, I finally get enough signal to receive a text msg. It was from John and he says that he's broke down in West Virginia. He said his motor locked up on his truck...DAM. I take the next exit, and text msg him back asking where. Figured I might be able to get to him to help, but then I get another msg that says he's on the tow truck and headed home, so I decide not to try to catch up. I was still about 300 miles away from him at the time.
So...John rides the tow truck home, and I get to fight through 2 hours worth of backed up traffic through Louisville due to construction, and one wreck, then fight my way through Chicago. I got home about an hour ago. Nothing like driving for 17 hours in one day.
We'll try to finish the sale of the Busa and work out pick-up arrangement at a later date.
Here's the pics...
The day started off easy enough. Up at 3:30am, leaving town at 4:10am for a 470 mile trip to Morehead Kentucky. I was unable to reach John on his cell phone the night before, so I was driving on the faith that he would be there for the meeting. Come to find out...he's been having issues with his cell phone. The closer I got, the more often I called, and kept getting voice mail. Just a little frustrating when you've been driving for almost 8 hours.
High noon...I arrive at Morehead Kentucky. I drive around for a few minutes looking for a meeting place, and then decide on the BP station right off the exit, and park out in the open so John could see the truck and the bike. Here's where the fun begins...
My cell phone doesn't have any signal, so I go in and charm the girl at the BP into letting me use her cell phone. Actually, she offered it, but let me have my fantasy anyway.
I finally decide that I've waited long enough, and tell the girl bye. No, I never did get her name...probably a good thing. I get back out on the road headed home with the Busa still on the trailer that should be empty now. About 50 miles towards home, I finally get enough signal to receive a text msg. It was from John and he says that he's broke down in West Virginia. He said his motor locked up on his truck...DAM. I take the next exit, and text msg him back asking where. Figured I might be able to get to him to help, but then I get another msg that says he's on the tow truck and headed home, so I decide not to try to catch up. I was still about 300 miles away from him at the time.
So...John rides the tow truck home, and I get to fight through 2 hours worth of backed up traffic through Louisville due to construction, and one wreck, then fight my way through Chicago. I got home about an hour ago. Nothing like driving for 17 hours in one day.
We'll try to finish the sale of the Busa and work out pick-up arrangement at a later date.
Here's the pics...
