You can also own too much. In the meantime, I had a few motorcycles too many. And at least my 1991 student was allowed to do that Triumph Trident gone.
Four is 'the max'
I had decided that four pieces should be an acceptable minimum. This meant that three selected documents could be handed over for adoption. And the first to leave? That would be mine Triumph Be a trident. An 750 still. This is already extremely rare and will be worth some capital in a year or so.
I had the Triumph previously advertised
Because he and I don't like each other. Something that more relationships fail. But according to the Laws of the Internet, I had only received responses from people who had not been given their medication and had squeezed one hand out of their straightjackets. “You know those machines are really bad. That is why I give you € 800 and come and collect it tomorrow ”. I don't care much about money. Money doesn't really care about me either. But there are limits.
A nice young woman
Someone who did show up, that was a nice young woman. In her email exchange she had been so enthusiastic that it would have been worthy of a better case. She communicated exclusively in exclamation marks and happy emoticons. I had reminded her of the fact that with my own 1.86 meter and 100 + kilo clean on the hook I thought the Trident was a big rude thing. That was not a problem either.
When she rang the doorbell and I opened the door, I first thought there was nobody. I almost looked over her. So that wasn't him either. But Jossee turned out to be a nice girl who realized that 156 friendly molded centimeters were not really compatible with her dream bike.
A friendly buyer
The man with whom I now had an appointment, very old-fashioned, through acquaintances of friends of acquaintances, heard about the opportunity to score a future top piece for change. I had sent him pictures and mentioned my floor price. He had transferred that money, plus € 20 "for a good bottle to ease the pain" to my bank account. That gesture naturally said more about what I was for Triumph had ... But was tidy anyway.
In the yard where the Triumph on display was a Volvo with a motorcycle trailer. My little brother - who once operated as 'The Boxer Whisperer' and then had an absurd bunch of friends and acquaintances, including a Flemish secret agent - but who is now completely into music & guitars and artists talking things with a big, bearded man.
Diagonally next to it, someone was cuddling Staff. Staf is a retired police dog. He is the only dog that does not require a dog tax, but a gun license. But because my brother lives quite remote, no serious accidents have happened so far. Only the mail is no longer delivered.
But that Staf let himself be stroked by a stranger and looked at it with great satisfaction? The dog lover dressed in parka stood up and turned out to be my former visitor Jossee. She approached me with outstretched arms. Staf followed her wagging. “I bought a Harley! A sportswoman! A very low one! He is very ugly, but when I sit on it I don't see it and I can put my feet on the ground! And what a sweet dog this is! ”
Triumph buyer Bart was also satisfied, but considerably quieter. Jossee turned out to be an acquaintance of an acquaintance who had heard that Bart… Triumph was charged. We went into the pub to celebrate life with a double bouncer. Staf went with me. And remained at Jossee's feet all the time. Oh yes: I have since purchased an IZH Planeta Jupiter 350 Sport. Because why should you have fewer than six motorcycles?
Exit Triumph, enter IZH….
Well done Dolf.
Every enthusiast knows that there is almost no cure for 'N + 1', the formula for the ideal number of engines in your shed.
Where 'N' is of course the current number.
And where the shed is always too small 🙂