Today was the day.

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Reading the bike was the lessor of reading the seller.  Test ride, too, though.  Good, good.  Issues?  Thankfully he came clean, but could tell before he mentioned it.  An agreement was struck.

No way to conclude the business, bank is closed.  So, back again tomorrow, solo.  He'll help me get her in the trailer.  Then we'll get to a branch near there.  Change the title and paperwork for a check and me the bike.  The egg can't be counted as a chicken, but I've seen the egg and it looks good.

So absolutely exhausted.  My driver worse.  A long day of work, and potentially miffed wife to speak with shortly.  Wife, shortly, miffed?  Get it?  Some days being a bachelor, out late, is... good.  I think wives get angry out of habit, not of the nunly sort, mind you.  Probably.  Nuns, as I recall, could be quite cross too, I swear, neither cross or swear in the way you might think...  Check.  Mate.

I was ill going up.  Not sure why.  Better coming back.  We stopped for a bite, that helped.  I need rest.

The trailer is geared up.  Hooked to the hitch, with the 7 to 4 prong light harness attached.  It'll be my first trailer and bike haul as such.  I did drive a thirty foot truck hauling the Xterra from Iowa to here.  So, not completely without precedence of some sort.

Excited beyond means of communicating.  But too tired to express it much at all.  So very, very tired.  On to bed.  I need to try to be on the road around ten or eleven?  If possible.  Need more tie-down straps, though.  I think,  Have five, want eight, maybe six.  Prefer eight.

Goodnight.