I think so?

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The bank, I think, said yes.  The seller still has the bike, and seems stoked.  My drivers, however, are super busy.  With real work.  Maybe tomorrow afternoon.  If not then, maybe Saturday.  If not either of those, not until next Friday?  Ugh.  And... that will just be the decision, not purchase.

The bank won't be open for business that late or on Saturday.  Drive-thru, but not loan office.  So, down, look the bike over, test drive, decide.  If she's as advertised, I'll go back when he is ready to visit my bank and do the title etc.  Ugh.  Wow.  But so troubling.

On the good side, if I don't kill myself on the thing in the near end, in the future I will have both the skills and license to test drive on my own.

Oh, and I went looking for bikes in the Philippines.  They... have them.  Different brands, models, numbers.  But I'm sure they have something similar.  Prices seem lower, save on Harleys.  Even the Africa Twin costs less there.  Interesting.  So... yes.  Of course, I'll buy used, again.  It's the only way to fly unless you are rich.  Then, you... don't ride bikes.  Not worth your risk.  Bikes are for poor to middle class.  Just... the way of it.

Still, there is that.  Helmet?  Next month.  I'm not worried about a helmet until I get to highway speeds.  I have leather pants, and a padded motorcycle jean jacket.  Not sure how sturdy the pants are though.  I have heavy boots, and most of even my shoes are steeltoe.  But... I'll... get there.

Will most likely just toodle around on my property, for a while.  Learn to shift, stand, turn, etc, right here on my property.  Then... go further.  May need more bars, and perhaps a bottoming out pan, and such.  Not sure.  Ugh.  Excited.  Surprised how fast it goes when... it goes.

Oh, and the fellow contacted me back, giving me specs on his timezone.  I just need to check to see if his number is a pay number or such.  Still not sure how to do that.  Gah!

Plus?  A few tunes.  I... think quite aimed at me.  I... felt them, before I heard them.  Then, when reading the titles... yeah.  I... get it.  Or... accept it as... feedback, backsass... call it what you will.  If it doesn't seem to be... too harsh.  A haboob or too, blowing through... the jasmine in my mind.  *smile*

This one... touched even my heart.  Start to stop.

Oh, I get it.  I do.  I don't hate.  I just... time.  Now it is my clock that is timing out.  I need to get in, like a thief.  Do what... I need to do.  Tick-tock, tick-tock.

This is from a guy friend.  Not sure what he means by it, or just a thought blowing through his mind as he was reviewing here?  Never... can be certain.  He knows of my lost woman.  I think it... causes him to think about... various things, and women I have known who he also knew.  Oh... he... liked her.  *grins*

Amazing how... fast things can come together when... I put my mind to it?  We'll... see.  Good day.  Get off my porch!