Why must there be assholes everywhere you go? Or is it just me? I dealt my sled for a 2003 YZ 250 plus cash just a week ago. The guy was a local, so I thought I could trust him. We made the deal on a first name basis, I took the cash, he wrote me a receipt and signed it like a doctor. I asked him to print his name on it, and he acted like he did so, and I trusted that he did. The bike had no ownership, no big deal. I signed over my ownership for the sled and was on my way. I had some extras I promised him, which I didn't have on hand that day, so I told him I would get them within a few days. Got home and realized that the receipt had another scribbled bullshit name on it, not legible and not what I had asked for. I was pissed. He wanted his parts, which I gave him and forgot the exhaust manifold which was at my parents house, somewhere in the barn. We were communicating back and forth via e-mail, and I still didn't know his full name. I was beginning to think the bike was hot. He kept beating around the bush, saying he told me his name, but would not tell me again, and this really began to irritate me. I was drinking heavily one evening, when we had words (via e-mail again), and I was ready to go to the fuckers house and punch him out, but then thought about what might happen, and bit my tongue again. Needless to say, the piece of shit would not tell me his name, and I had to find the bitch on Facebook, which took me a whole 5 minutes. I know the bike is not stolen, it's just the principal here, be a man, give a handshake, and make the deal. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, this cocksucker is a stay at home manny and his wife wears the pants!

Maybe that's his problem......

Make a joke and I will sigh, and you will laugh, and I will cry.