Goodbye (and Good riddance! says Lynnette)

Photo: 1978 Suzuki GS1000

Well, after four years of sitting in our various garages (at three different houses) collecting dust, getting taken apart and being put back together again, we said goodbye today to our first motorcycle.  We sold the bike for the full asking price to a couple of enthusiasts who drove all the way down from Denver.  They were actually former Harley riders who got tired of the scene and converted to these old Japanese bikes.  One of them flips houses for a living and the other was a fourth-year Ph.D. candidate working on his dissertation in biological anthropology while teaching anthropology at Regis University in Denver.  He formerly practiced law and will now specialize in the evolution of primate and hominid brains.  I mention all of this merely because, being the small-town fellow I am, I found it all terribly fascinating.  However, I am going through a bit of withdrawal now that the garage is empty.

Lynnette and I will split the proceeds of the bike sale (as we traded her car for the bike in the first place, it's only fair that she get at least a share of the takings), and she will be shopping for a food dehydrator and grain mill while I look around for another bike, something a little smaller, probably, and a lot cheaper that will leave me the financial room to put the little money into it that it will need.