After a little more than a decade, the time has come to finally part with Mr Damage — for the last four years, maybe even five, I’ve done little more each year than just pay the registration and then get it running for a couple of days in the last weeks each January.
The bike owes me nothing, the costs in time and money of cleaning it up and advertising to sell it probably wouldn’t be worth anything like what the recompense would be. Instead I offered it up on the mailing list of http://www.teamRC17.net — swap for a case of beer! One of the semi-local members jumped at the chance and all that remained was to find a mutally agreeable time to come and pick it up.
In all these years I’ve never had to put the bike on a trailer so it was a little amusing to finally learn how (backwards) one and a half fit and healthy gents can hoik a CBX into a trailer — my left shoulder still refuses to have anything to do with lifting heavy weights:
Of course Melbourne’s weather chose to make life a trifle more interesting by raining lightly on us the entire time, but we refused to either drop the bike or slip over. Paul tied it all down to his satisfaction and after more thanks on both sides, headed off for the long drive back home. I’m really glad the bike is going to someone who’ll use it, rather than have it sitting and gradually falling apart in our driveway — Farewell Mr Damage.
Finally, the all-important beer: