Seller's Remorse

Seven years and six weeks.  It was a good run.  Uphill and down.  Really cold weather and really hot.  Really REALLY fast, and closer to the speed limit.  Not even thirty two thousand miles, hardly broke in, in the world of Goldwings.  Sigh

Ran the ad in the cycle trader and had a few calls.  One guy from Yuma called three times, last to say he was coming to town with cash money.  Had him Mapquest my address, and he and his buddy got to within about a mile before they had to call.  I rode the 'wing down to guide them in, and as I came around the corner of the lot in which they were standing, I saw the shorter one jump into the air and pump his fist.  As I pulled up to them they exchanged high fives.  I realized there wouldn't be any attempt at price negotiations. 

Gave him a ride, demonstrated the breathtaking acceleration and the gut wrenching brakes.  The cb, the 4-speaker stereo/cassette, the cruise control, how to use reverse gear.  Gave him all four helmets, two rain suits, the shop manual, and a Ray Charles tape for the ride back to Yuma.  Don't know that I ever really understood what the word "wistful" meant til now.