motorcycle a few years back. It was a fine machine.
Our gang was riding on the BRP. A stranger came up and wanted to buy my bike.
I quoted him a price. He asked for my phone number.
That evening when I got home my phone was ringing. He said i`m coming for your bike.
Get your title out, i`ll be there in about one hour.
The price I quoted was fair market value.
He showed up, filled the top of my kitchen table with hundred dollar bills, and rode off with my V-Max.
Later, I regretted selling it.