As I am washing my :spyder2: this afternoon in preperation for an evening dinner ride up walks a man in my driveway. I knew he came from the birthday party next door for a 14year old girl. Now I live on a dead end dirt road with only 6 houses on it each on 1 1/2 acre of land. Turns out he is the ex husband of the lady next door whose daughter (and his) is having the birthday.
He talks to me for at least 15 to 20 minutes about the :spyder2:. He has a Road King and wants a Spyder now.
So you can't even venture out your front door without that Rock Star feeling. :yes:
Another thing. He is a motorcycle rider so he knows the edicate (spelling wrong I'm sure). He wouldn't sit on it untill after I told him several times it was OK. Not like those you run into in the Wal Mart parking lot....
He talks to me for at least 15 to 20 minutes about the :spyder2:. He has a Road King and wants a Spyder now.
So you can't even venture out your front door without that Rock Star feeling. :yes:
Another thing. He is a motorcycle rider so he knows the edicate (spelling wrong I'm sure). He wouldn't sit on it untill after I told him several times it was OK. Not like those you run into in the Wal Mart parking lot....
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