[varmint]

I’m selling the Harleys. Twenty messages and one guy comes out to look. We talk for a few minutes, he seems to know what he’s doing. So I tell him to take a test ride.

Ten minutes go by. My wife and his are talking. The dogs are playing. Twenty minutes and I guess he must really like the sportster. Thirty minutes and we’re all a little concerned.

He pushes the bike back into the driveway covered in blood. Skinned knees, hands and a nasty head wound. We grab the first aid kit and get to work. My dogs are licking up the blood.

He mans up and says “I think I just bought your bike”. Thank God for that. He’s ultimately okay. Came back with cash and a trailer. The bike had a busted turn signal and some road rash on one pipe. Maybe $100 to fix. But otherwise good. Think his wife is really pissed.