Yes, saw one behind a house on its side last summer. It is about 1:00 in the afternoon. Owner was in a local bar according to his mother who was watching the pit bull and the ex-con grandson from the porch. Granddaughter walks out, stoned, but gorgeous, and half dressed. I find the guy, we strike a deal after some drunk talk on his part and I load it up with the help of some kids hanging out on the street. The front wheel was locked up so we had to lift it onto my trailer. That bike will reappear as a rigid, solo, Bobber in April of 2010. God willing.
I like to wait until the owner has reached the point of complete despair or apathy. Complete despair is when it has been stored for 2 years outside under a torn tarp and he takes the carbs in to get quoted for a rebuild at the local Honda dealer. He realizes the bike is totaled if he pays their price. he tries to do it himself and breaks something. Prices that, once he finds a vendor, and realizes it just took way more time, effort, and money than he cares to invest. Back under the tarp it goes for 2 more years for apathy to run its course. He finally has a friend list it on Craig's list because he is too lazy to take pictures or get to know eBay. He needs the money for some other more useful thing like cigarettes. I step in with a couple of Benjamins and everybody is happy. "I'll take her off your hands" title? lost. ran when I parked it 6 months ago. just needs these f**kin carbs cleaned.
Gentlemen, there are those that can and will and those that like to watch those that do.
