Someone's (hopefully) coming to look at the CB500 tomorrow, so I took it for a decent-length ride this afternoon, to blow out any remaining cobwebs. It was warm, the roads were pretty clear, and the bike was running as sweetly as it ever has. After covering 20 miles of twisty backroads and grinding my kneesliders into oblivion (I'd forgotten just how easy it was to KD on that bike), I was seriously considering phoning the bloke up and telling him it'd been sold. But no - it _has_ to go. I need the money and the garage space just as much as when I put the bike on the market. Probably. Nnnnng...
