I sold the last of my three motorcycles Friday night – the ’86 Intruder. I had intended to fix this one up and ride it, after selling the other two, but the mechanic’s verdict wasn’t good. It has an oil leak in the #2 cylinder somewhere, and it’d cost more than the bike was worth to have the mechanic fix it. I don’t have time or inclination to do it myself so I posted it on Craigslist. I put the ad up around 8 PM, thinking people would make arrangements to come look at the bike on Saturday – but three hours later I was standing on the sidewalk with cash in my hand, watching a guy who had driven down from Monroe load the bike onto his truck. So, that went well.

Saturday I test-rode Nika’s bike, a ’95 Honda Nighthawk 750. She’s pregnant and thus not going to be riding for a couple of years, so she decided to sell her bike rather than let it molder in the driveway. Its paint needs some work but it is in solid mechanical condition, so after a spin around the lake I decided to buy it. Amazing how quickly that old feeling of balance and exhilaration comes back! I’ve missed this.