Modern Buddy

I started my day on a sad note. My neighbor stopped by and said her husband's son had died. Could I possibly help them? They are both in their mid 80's. The son had no brothers,sisters, children,wife,etc and the he had not spoken to his father in years. He considered them trailer trash.Both parents are in extremely bad health but soo sweet. Well after discussing with her the necessity of a good estate lawyer she asked me to come with her to the son's house. It seems that he had a motorcycle and she wanted to get it somewhere safe. Was the bike big I asked? No, she believed not.We picked up a trailer at U Haul and headed out. Thinking it was a 250 cc or so I opened the garage to a monster! A full decked out Harley! Custom EVERYTHING! Easy 800 lbs and over 9 feet long! How was I going to get that thing on the trailer! Well in over 113 heat and with recruitement we finally got it on and took it to her place. The bike I have to admit is cherry. But it is so tricked out that I could not even find the manual clutch on it! The ignition system is even computerized!!! Because it is still on the trailer I parked it in my front til I get few more volunteers (suckers) to unload it.So of course all my other neighbors are coming by to comment on my (they think ) new toy. One had the actual nerve to say that she was glad that I finally got sensible and got a REAL bike instead of that death trap of a scooter! I told her that if I got on that...that ..THING I'd be throwing pitchforks at the devil in no time. I like my Buddy thank you very much. My big problem though was upon seeing the man's riding gear. I'm a large (very tall) women and have to get men's sizes anyway. Brand NEW thousand dollar plus leather jackets and chaps and ..and much more...all my size!! He really had expensive taste..only the best. I'm so selfish,,,I'm lusting after a dead man's leathers!!! Driving on the way home though we had passed two up on a Buddy coming towards us. Same sunset color as mine. They saw the bike and gave me a wave and big grins. Of course I waved back! They reminded me that even though I could own that big snob of a Harley behind me I would rather be associated with the happy,friendly people who ride a Buddy.

Artisan wrote:But it is so tricked out that I could not even find the manual clutch on it!

It wasn't the left hand lever? Or was the left hand lever just buried under a lot of chrome and fairing?

That was kind of you to help out. It always amazes me how nice people are when it really counts, my parents just got back from Europe, and while they were gone, a huge tree fell on their house. Their neighbors cut up the tree and stacked the wood, boarded up the broken window and didn't even call them to worry them about it.

illnoise wrote:...Their neighbors cut up the tree and stacked the wood,

Did the neighbors keep a cord or so for their troubles? <g>

If it is a suicide shift it will have a foot clutch

BuddyRaton wrote:If it is a suicide shift it will have a foot clutch

I did not feel so bad not finding the clutch after several "experienced" riders came by and looked all over the bike also. You're right....it is a foot clutch.
So much chrome it blinds you but tastfully done. I hope that whoever they sell it to appreciates it. My back this morning however did not! LOL!They are such sweet people and they asked me to help them later this week with transporting other items. Though I work every day..even weekends luckily I am self employed. So my boss let have a couple of days off to help them. I'm a great believer that goes around comes around.

And quite possibly what comes around are those awesome leathers you moved...

It's a good thing to see neighbors helping neighbors. Too little of that in the world these days.

It's a good thing to see neighbors helping neighbors. Too little of that in the world these days.

Very true! Wow, what a story....

Artisan wrote: I'm a great believer that goes around comes around.

KARMA ROCKS!!!

Artisan, thanks sooo much for sharing this story. Honestly, I especially appreciate your honesty about really liking the gear. Who among us, to quote John Kerry (HA!!! Who remembers that?) can't relate to that sentiment? But your kindness to your neighbors...your repeated kindness... is just...what's an un-corny descriptor...uplifting.

Speaking of Karma...last year, our 250lbs. concrete Buddha statue (yes, the one you see in my avatar) was STOLEN out of our back yard. Talk about BAD karma!

Thanks again, Artisan!