03-28-2024, 07:26 AM
That is a very good story, Ferret. In the motorcycle world, my wants have been filled quite satisfactorily.
Once I rented a BMW and loved it, I ended up buying one. The dealer hooked me with some fancy salesmanship, but I was going to buy one.
Once I saw the CB1100 in 2013, I decided that I was going to own one. Sort of like PB, it took a while, in my case until I could trade for one for what the P.O.S. BMW was worth. Once I rented an Enfield 650, I was going to have one. Sold the CB300R out of my fleet, but I got it.
In the car world, my wants have been satisfied as well. In my single days, after seeing that single girls liked guys with classic Cadillacs, I was in want of one. Not two weeks later, my boss retired, bequeathing me a nice '69 Eldorado which netted enough of the wrong type of girls to serve the car's purpose until it started costing more than it was worth. When I wanted a V8 Mustang, I discussed it with my friends at a cocktail party I was hosting. Questioning of my manhood with that kind of power ensued, as did several more cocktails. The next morning, a new V8 Mustang was sitting in my driveway. How it was acquired remains a mystery to this day, but I enjoyed it very much. And, when Richard Hammond proclaimed on Top Gear that the Fiesta ST was just the car for those who were poor and simple, but still wanted to go, turn and stop fast, I had to have one. And I still have it today, along with my CB1100.
Once I rented a BMW and loved it, I ended up buying one. The dealer hooked me with some fancy salesmanship, but I was going to buy one.
Once I saw the CB1100 in 2013, I decided that I was going to own one. Sort of like PB, it took a while, in my case until I could trade for one for what the P.O.S. BMW was worth. Once I rented an Enfield 650, I was going to have one. Sold the CB300R out of my fleet, but I got it.
In the car world, my wants have been satisfied as well. In my single days, after seeing that single girls liked guys with classic Cadillacs, I was in want of one. Not two weeks later, my boss retired, bequeathing me a nice '69 Eldorado which netted enough of the wrong type of girls to serve the car's purpose until it started costing more than it was worth. When I wanted a V8 Mustang, I discussed it with my friends at a cocktail party I was hosting. Questioning of my manhood with that kind of power ensued, as did several more cocktails. The next morning, a new V8 Mustang was sitting in my driveway. How it was acquired remains a mystery to this day, but I enjoyed it very much. And, when Richard Hammond proclaimed on Top Gear that the Fiesta ST was just the car for those who were poor and simple, but still wanted to go, turn and stop fast, I had to have one. And I still have it today, along with my CB1100.