04-23-2010, 06:01 PM
Copy of my craigslist ad:
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Rex's Craigslist Ad Wrote:How about I give you the rundown, then pictures, then we have a little chat.
Rundown:
Ducati Monster 750 Dark
Year: 2000 (last year of the carbs)
Mileage: <6000 (5400, I think)
Mods: 900 Front end, Dual wave rotors, Remus carbon fiber high mount exhaust, flyscreen, corbin 'carbon fiber' seat, clipons, bar end mirrors, braided steel brake lines, other stuff.
Clear Title.
Price: 4000 United States Dollars 3750 FOR MM'ERS
Issues: Broken speedometer, part to repair is on it's way.
Pictures:
(see the CL ad for more)
Ok so here's the story. I bought this bike, rode it, and put it away last winter for it's hibernation. Then I bought a house. Yay! Awesome! Only, you know, houses cost money, even after you buy them. So this spring, I remembered I had a bike. I didn't really have the intense urge to ride it, but I *did* have the intense urge to pad my savings account in case something goes wrong. (Also a mild burning sensation, but that's beside the point.) So, after discussing the situation with Spousal Unit Prime, we agreed the bike should go. So I pulled it off the float charger, she fired right up, I checked the tire pressures and went for a shakedown right. On the way back, my speedometer started jumping, and finally died. >:-( Well, shit. I placed an order for a new part to replace the broken one and apparently this guy:
works in the Ducati part department and my part was in another castle. Or something. Anyway, it's finally on it's way, so I can finally replace this speedo drive and sell this bike.
But she's a beauty. Low miles, sounds like a horse of the apocalypse, and looks great. It's a dark, so if you don't have a black helmet and a black leather jacket you ought to buy one after you buy this bike. Because you'll be the coolest guy you know. Saucy, sexy italian ladies will swoon as you cruise by; you will be the envy of your friends. This bike is pretty awesome. Not too big, not to small, just right. A Goldilocks bike, if goldilocks were an awesome biker. Hell, it looks good enough you should just buy it and park it in your living room. Or maybe your bedroom because as soon as the ladies see it, the clothes are coming off. You should start drinking Dos Equis now, because you'll be the most interesting man in the world.
Or not. But it's a cool machine, no doubt about that, and it was the perfect motorcycle for me. While I was a motorcyclist, which I'm not anymore. Maybe this bike was just too cool for me, and needs a new awesome owner. You.
You have questions. I have answers:
"You're in Manassas. Is the bike there too?"
Alas, I live in an apartment complex, where I have no place to winter my bike. But it's close by, I promise.
"Other than the speedo, is anything wrong with it?"
No. Everything else is sweet cherry pie. You could ride off into the sunset on it, as long as you didn't care how fast you went.
"Will you take $X?"
Maybe. Come look at it before you make me an offer. I think that would work best for both of us.
"Will you take payments? My mom will vouch for me."
Sorry man, In God I Trust, all others must pay cash. (or certified check)
"I can't really read all those words you wrote. Why are you selling it again?"
Shifting priorities. I just bought a house, need money for things like refrigerators and furnaces, not for motorcycles. (If you ask my friends: "It's because he's a pussy." They're probably more right.)
"Good Morning! My name is Medulla Oblongata and I am the Defense Ministar for the Republic of Congos. I was recently removed from power in my country, and I would like to buy your 2000 Ducati Monster 750 Dark for ONE MILLIONS DOLLAR. Please give me..."
No dice, pal. Continental US sales only.
Anyway, if you clicked on this ad, this is the bike for you. So email me and we can work out something. I have a bitchin' android phone, so I get my emails right away.
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