Ok so this number nine thing is starting to get out of hand. Last weekend Trina had to work so while she was training people to climb rock walls, I was home with the kids. So I was surfing around the Internet trying to find pictures and items for the activities of the Great Pin Adventure3. While surfing I took a detour on the information superhighway and landed at harley-davidson.com. Since Trina had nixxed the idea of a Corvette I was looking for an alternative form of adreneline-based transportation. So I was looking at models and stuff and decided I really wanted to see a Night Train in Black Cherry Pearl. So I left the kids at home and I went over to the dealership to check things out. Well they didn't have a Black Cherry Pearl bike in stock but they did have a Black Pearl Night Train so I started talking to the dude. Once we started talking, strange things happened. First off you guys all know me and how reserved I am so talking to complete strangers is kind of a new thing for me. Second, it wasn't just conversations. It was like story time at the library. These guys started talking about experiences they had had and so I started telling them about adventures I had had and before long there was like a group of people sitting around laughing and telling tales. Well in the mean time I am sending the sales guy back and forth with questions about bikes. Before I know it, I am in an office and signing ownership papers on a bike. I told them that if I didn't get a helmet, Trina would pretty much kill me. So they sent me to see Robin the Helmet Chick (I am not sure if that is her full name, that is just what I kept calling her). First I asked if maybe I could talk to Batman since I really didn't want a sidekick helmet I was more interested in the full Super Hero helmet. This is about the time I realized I was probably not a normal Harley-Davidson rider. Anyways, I got this cool black full-face helmet and they gave me a couple of shirts that say Harley-Davidson on them. So after three hours of being in the dealership I come out owning a bike. When they hand me the keys they said it was a pretty cool day and that mine was the ninth motorcycle they had sold. Is that weird or what? So really it was not my fault that I bought the bike. Nine made me do it. Not sure if Trina would buy that as a defense or not. Trying to explain this whole situation to Trina was an adventure in and of itself.
Jeff