At 2:00 this arvo, I officially became a home owner
This morning I hired a "Budget" truck, the one with the powerlift platform on the back.
The truck didn't have any tie down points on the deck, but it did have some down fairly low. Just in case, I removed the rear cowl, pipes, foot pegs and controls. I really didn't want to bend any bling
I wanted to get the bike in first, so I backed her up onto the lift platform. She sat diagonal across it, and only just fit. My mate Riley had the control for the hydraulics, and he lifted me up (on the bike) in a not so smooth kind of way
Yes I was shitting myself.
So here we were, I was on the bike with the front wheel only just on the outside corner of the platform, and Riley had a hold of the rear of the bike. He had to bounce the rear end around enough so I could back her into the truck the rest of the way.
Once she was in and centered, we strapped her down.
Then I got all my boxes that were full of soft stuff, and put them down either side. So if the bike did decide to lie down on the trip South, hopefully she would land on a nice soft bit of cardboard.
Then I filled the rest of the truck with my other crap
When we unloaded, I parked the truck across the street on the flat ground to unload the bike. We wiggled / bounced the bike back around into position. I told Riley to lower me all the way, in one fowl swoop "Don't stop until the platform hits the bitumen". This way worked much better.
Because we were across the street his meant I had to start her up and ride up the driveway.
Riley said: "Don't you need exhaust pipes or something?"
I said: "Nah she'll just be farken loud!"
Actually she wasn't much louder than normal (if at all). I rode up into the garage, then walked back across the street.
"Sounded like a bloody Harley, I'm embarrassed" I said
Tomorrow, the bling goes back on, and I set up the workshop.
I'll buy furniture next week...
