
Originally Posted by
Times Roman
want to know what happened to that bike I built?
well, listen up anyways........
my best friend wanted to ride it. I said, ok, but be careful, it has a lot of balls. So he's going down the street and pops a wheelie, slides off the seat, hanging on the handle bars trying to catch up and get back on, and then like a whale catching air and falling back to the sea, he laid it down on it's side, scuffing the shit out of it, breaking the side turn signal lights.
So I told him (I was getting ready to go in the Army) that he could buy it from me for $100 but I get to ride it when I came home on leave.
Six months later, he goes in the Army too. So his dad sells it and keeps the money. Never really knew how much he sold it for. But whoever bought it had no clue as to the history of the bike.