Originally Posted by Scuttle
That bike looks clean, sorry about your 500. What are the specs on the new one: year, mileage? Did the dude wreck it during a test drive or was it a friend?
Well, its a 94 ZX6E with 52000 on it, very neglected and needs tlc but yes it is nice shape.
So here is the story:
After riding a friends CBR i found it to be allot more comfortable than the EX (back issues), so i started hunting for one and put mine up for sale. After allot of flakes and scammers one person came through with good intension's on buying mine so i contacted some people on other bikes. Most of the people i contacted never got back with me and the ones that did thought their bike was gold and wouldn't budge on their price. Everyone knows people (including me) ask more than they plan to get out of their sale, i took the $1500 offer for mine and found the ZX which they guy came down to $1500 from the $1800 he was asking.
Now the good (or not so good) part, the kid (mid 20's I'm guessing) asks to meet at a coffee shop to do the deal, i refused and made him come to the house. He shows up (with no helmet) and wants to take it for a test ride, so i tell him put the cash in my hand and no problem. I back the bike out of the driveway and have it facing toward the other side of the street (i live on a very busy street btw), and fire it up to show hip it starts fine and runs great. I give him my helmet and he mounts the bike, kills it trying to take off (not enough gas), then has an issue restarting it (in gear, no clutch). At this point i realize something is a miss and ask his girlfriend if he even knows how to ride a bike ( now i know why people ask to see an M1 license), she says "yes, his dad tought him how to ride his Harley".
He gets it in neutral re-fires it and before i could say anything, put it in gear grabs a handful of throttle and dumps the clutch :O! At this point the bike launches into a wheel stand and he has a death grip and whiskey wrist, as I'm yelling "let it go, let it go" he shoots across the street and SLAMS into a parked Mercedes :O. I run to his aid (on the ground with the bike on top on him now), and with super human strength (adrenalin i guess) pick the bike off him and throw it to the side yelling "DON'T MOVE,DON'T MOVE...WHERE ARE YOU HURT", he responds with "I'm OK,I'm OK" and gets up.
With the bike trashed and the car caved in at the drivers door i tell him, sorry but you just bought a totaled bike man.