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.