Friday, April 5, 2013

Hmmm... a collection?

No, no, no, no, no...

There is no collection beginning.  The LX 150 is for sale.  It needs a new home.

In the meantime, the garage is sure looking good.

15 comments:

  1. David:

    NO, NO, No, No, no, no . . .

    You've got it all wrong. The red one is your service loaner for when the black one is in the shop. Or a "RED" spare where you keep at work for those days you need a car and wish to scoot during lunch hour.

    I wouldn't leave your battery tender on your seat. I have had chargers "MELT" before and then you would have a melted vinyl seat. The easiest way would be to loop string through those screw holes, and hang it from your handlebar so it can air cool

    The best thing about having more power is the rush hour creeping. It moves ahead with much less throttle.

    bob
    Riding the Wet Coast

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    1. Yikes!!!!! Melted seat???? Thanks Bob, I normally have it hanging from the ceiling and yesterday when I moved the LX out of winter hiding I just propped in on the saddle thinking it would do until tomorrow. Now I'll be worrying until I get home.

      As for the 'heir and the spare' theory, that's really good advice Bob, but as Warren Buffett has said "that might work in practice, but it will never work in theory". In this case the great practice would never get the necessary policy approval in the executive committee meeting.

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  2. Woohoo, nice to see two scoots in there if only for a little while.

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    1. Now Trobairitz, you're on the right track. You're my 'shoulder angel' while Bob is my 'shoulder devil'. It's for a little while.

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    2. David:

      You forget that I also have a Vstrom to SELL. At least that's what I was supposed to do with it. I forget and I just never got around to it yet

      bob
      Riding the Wet Coast

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    3. Bob... Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Women have a sixth sense!!!! Yvonne will be led to my blog as surely as sun rises and the moon sets, then she'll have PROOF of your "forgetting". In no time, the jig will be up for all mankind!!!!!

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  3. hmmm....a couple of ideas on how to keep both of them:

    "Hey Honey...why don't you get on the spare and come out for a ride? I'm sure once you get you to it you'll love it! And we will get to spend more time together."

    Or...

    "I bet you look really sexy on that Baby."

    Or...

    "I'm putting my foot down, I'm keeping it." (Like that has ever worked for any man).

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    1. Rob, if Bob is my 'shoulder devil', then you must the dungeon master of the shoulder devils. Kidding aside, that first approach is tolerably good advice.

      But it's like the mirror of Bob's advice, in that it could work in theory, but only has a slim chance in practice.

      I don't want to discourage you though, feel free to keep it coming.

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  4. Throw a tarp over it and call it a wood pile. No, that didn't work for me either.

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    1. Dave, now that qualifies to win the prize for funny, and inventiveness, all in one shot.

      When the seller and I were at the dealer signing things over with the dealer's closer guy, that guy was shuffling paper while the seller and I were signing stuff.

      The seller and I were sharing wifely wisdom in manly way. I was closing on a modest Vespa, while my seller was stepping up to a brand new BWM 1200 GS with ABS, bum warmer, and other bells and whistles.

      The seller pauses, looks at us, shrugs, and says "I haven't told my wife yet" at which point we all burst into nervous laughter.

      A few minutes later, the closer guy, pauses, looks at us, arches his eyebrows and with a kind of scowl says "I don't ask for permission anymore". Of course we all crack up again.

      The motorsports dealership is to grown men, what the farmer's fields were in my early teens when my friends and I were fooling around with cigarettes and willing girls, far from our parents' inquiring eyes and ears. Except now we're hiding out from some of those same wonderful girls.

      Oh well, c'est la vie!

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    2. David:

      I have never asked. My bikes just "show up". Actually when I bought my Vstrom I was riding a Suzuki SV650 and I just visited the dealer to ask what they would allow trade in for the Vstrom. And in minutes I was the proud owner of a new bike.

      I rode it home and parked it in my usual spot and never said a word. After a few days we were in the back yard and I just said quietly "how do you like my new bike ?"

      Reply: "what bike?"

      Me: "that one over there"

      and that was it.

      When I bought my "R1200R" last year I just bought it and brought it home.

      She: "what are you going to do with your old one ?"

      Me: "sell it, but I have to wait for Spring. No one buys a bike at the end of the season"

      You should keep your LX for "visitors"

      bob
      Riding the Wet Coast

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  5. If you leave them alone long enough in the cosiness that is your garage you might have little offspring rolling around in no time. It is springtime... I am with Bob on this, keep it as a spare ;-)

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    1. Well Sonja, thanks for the encouragement. A good friend is coming this summer and would like to ride. It would be very cool if I still had the bike.

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  6. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission ;) I would be ecstatic if my hubby came home with a new bike, but he loves his 30 year old Honda V45 Magna.

    I like Sonja's idea it's spring and wee scoot offspring.

    Has your wife ever thought about riding? Perfect starter scoot and very justifiable in keeping it for that purpose.

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    1. Unfortunately she has no interest in riding, even if the Vespa were a 50cc model. As it is she would need at least a Class B motorcycle permit (125cc - 400cc) and she has even less desire to go that route.

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