I went to Scottsdale this morning and picked up the seat for the little Beta EVO and my check for the Yamaha WR450. Scottsdale is only 18 miles away and since traffic was tolerable I was there and back in an hour.
You'll never guess the first words I heard when I walked into the motorcycle shop, go ahead guess.....Your close, the first words I heard were don't get too close to me I'm getting sick! My wife is really sick and I'm not feeling too good!
Other than hearing I'm going to get a visit from an IRS field agent that was the last thing in the world I wanted to hear. I'm horrified of going to the grocery store to buy food and here I am standing in a small office with someone who's just getting the flu, lucky, lucky me.
I stayed as far away as possible as per his instructions, picked up my stuff and beat feet as fast as I could out to my truck where I slathered myself with an alcohol hand cleaner and prayed I wouldn't get pulled over by a cop who would surely assume I was drunk as a skunk.
I have no idea if I've caught anything or not, and I also don't know how long it takes to get sick if I did, which would be a useful bit of information at this point because there's a brand-new shiny hospital three or four miles away from me so Ben Avery's would be a much better place to get sick than out in the middle of the desert somewhere.
I figure that if I'm going to get sick I at least wanted to have a motorcycle that wasn't embarrassing to look at so I put the seat gas tank combination on the little Beta, now it looks like a real motorcycle.