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Okay...so today I'm taking the day off of work to go to the MOPAR Nationals and blow some stink out of my life. On the way, I'm going to stop by the T dealer and test ride an R3. I've done my research...got my head around the need for a long distance steed...ready to jump on the torque wagon...keep my Speedy for jaunts around town...lose the Beemer... Of course, I also have convinced myself that I will NOT...absolutely NOT...after the test ride...fall to my knees, drooling and driveling like a schoolchild after the teacher pops some cleavage and tells me she want to see ME after class... No. I will calmly tell the salesperson that I want to "think about it". I will not stare blankly at him when he gives me the price/trade in figures...and say...after a 10 millisecond pause..."okay". NO. I will be a negotiating fool, like Perry Mason (remember him?)...jumping out of my wheelchair and saying "objection...that price is too high". And I won't sheepishly smile and melt like generic viagra (what?) when he offers me a free Triumph t-shirt to sweeten the deal. No... I will NOT come home with a new bike today. I will not. I will not bring down 4 different credit cards because I've already calculated the open credit on each of them and if they can split the bill like colleagues splitting the bar tab for an afterwork gathering... Oh my. I feel the need for therapy before this trip...but alas she's busy working with Bubba who can't understand the garage floor cardboard requirement for his Harley. So I'm on my own. Wish me luck. I'll report my success tonight.
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