A guy walked up to our front door this evening to ask Bryan if he was willing to sell his motorcycle. This same guy, who used to live down the street, had also asked last year and Bryan decided he didn't want to give it up then. Today was a different story. After doing some quick research on the Internet to learn the appropriate value, some negotiating, and notarizing we were no longer motorcycle owners. Maybe it's a sign that we are getting old, maybe it's God's perfect timing, maybe it was just a spontaneous experience. I'm not sure, but it was definitely weird and unexpected. So as Seth would say, "bye, bye ya-yas (22 month old pronunciation of motorcycle)."
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Bye, Bye Motorcycle
A guy walked up to our front door this evening to ask Bryan if he was willing to sell his motorcycle. This same guy, who used to live down the street, had also asked last year and Bryan decided he didn't want to give it up then. Today was a different story. After doing some quick research on the Internet to learn the appropriate value, some negotiating, and notarizing we were no longer motorcycle owners. Maybe it's a sign that we are getting old, maybe it's God's perfect timing, maybe it was just a spontaneous experience. I'm not sure, but it was definitely weird and unexpected. So as Seth would say, "bye, bye ya-yas (22 month old pronunciation of motorcycle)."
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