UberKul
Tire Assassin
The set up:
We were to do a little shopping to pick up a new couch so we needed the the truck. All the negotiations had been taken care of over the phone so when we arrived at the dealership under the guise of "I need a few filters" she didn't suspect a thing and headed off with mom to sit some bikes. I go meet Mike of MDK Motorsports in Folsom as the girls browse the bikes and accessories. When the sales guy rode her new Kawasaki KLX 250s in the front door she mentioned to her mom that it was the bike she wanted after not finding one on the floor to show her. Mike the sales guy kindly offers to let her sit this one but it's sold and therefore unavailable... nice! After a little background chat and inquiries of comfort the big question comes from Mike The Salesman "is this the bike you want?" OH YEAH gushes from my daughters mouth with a look of pure desire. "That's good because this one is yours" I say. The next five minutes were spent trying to convince her 1. we are not buying a couch today. 2. Yes, this really is her very own street/trail bike, the key really can go on HER key ring.
It's times like today that makes changing all those crappy diapers worth while!
Of course those reflectors and gay-*** rear fender only lasted as long as it took for the air compressor to fill and cut-off wheel made ready!
We were to do a little shopping to pick up a new couch so we needed the the truck. All the negotiations had been taken care of over the phone so when we arrived at the dealership under the guise of "I need a few filters" she didn't suspect a thing and headed off with mom to sit some bikes. I go meet Mike of MDK Motorsports in Folsom as the girls browse the bikes and accessories. When the sales guy rode her new Kawasaki KLX 250s in the front door she mentioned to her mom that it was the bike she wanted after not finding one on the floor to show her. Mike the sales guy kindly offers to let her sit this one but it's sold and therefore unavailable... nice! After a little background chat and inquiries of comfort the big question comes from Mike The Salesman "is this the bike you want?" OH YEAH gushes from my daughters mouth with a look of pure desire. "That's good because this one is yours" I say. The next five minutes were spent trying to convince her 1. we are not buying a couch today. 2. Yes, this really is her very own street/trail bike, the key really can go on HER key ring.
It's times like today that makes changing all those crappy diapers worth while!
Of course those reflectors and gay-*** rear fender only lasted as long as it took for the air compressor to fill and cut-off wheel made ready!
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