…but never mind, eh.
Got up at silly o’clock to drive 100 miles to pick up the lovely man’s new acquisition. When we got there the “original showroom condition with 5000 genuine miles on the clock” turned out to be a bit less lovely than anticipated, so sadly it stayed with its owner and we drove the 100 miles home with an empty trailer behind my little car when I could have been working on my bike instead, or at the very least sleeping until a much more sensible hour of the day. And I certainly do need to - riding it earlier this week with the misfire still misfiring and the lovely beast decided to cut out on me as I was slowing down and the back wheels lock up, in the wet. Very very close to coming off, which was a bit of a life-affirming moment. Fortunately only me on the bike, would have been very upset if one of the kids had been pillion. So won’t ride with them on until it’s fixed. But that’s a different story.
So I don’t get to ride an old Harley, and he still has his two old Triumphs to play with.
But doesn’t it annoy you when people over-sell things? This particular bike was supposed to be all original but had been customised in all sorts of ways, wasn’t even the model advertised, had had custom speedo added so although there were indeed 5000 genuine miles on the clock you had no way of knowing how many OTHER miles it’d done before the speedo was changed, several deep scratches and an alarming amount of rust for a “showroom condition” bike, NOT the original paintwork and not even the correct paint for the bike’s year, loads of things that were just not as they had been described.
So a waste of half a day for two of us, two babysitters, nearly 200 miles, (plus more pratting around with the trailer yesterday, which has caused some headaches, eh Shane? 
) and nothing to show for it at the end of the day except a bit more education.
But I did get a new (for me) tool roll for less than a tenner, so that’s my little bit of consolation from today.
