The day I left Seattle in 2015, with my expensive motorcycle that I still owed a few grand on hanging off the back on one of those horizontal motorcycle racks. This was before the tiedown straps rubbed cosmetic damage all over the silver parts, before the elements mucked it all up, before the windshield fell off. Now that I finally own it and can sell it, it's all beat to shit. Of the 3 years I've been mobile, I've pulled the bike around for two. In hindsight, I would have worked harder to find a way to leave it in Seattle, which is where I tend to actually ride it -- but when I left, I was in search of settlement, and wanted to have it with me in case I found home.
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