So many here know because they're on Facebook, so I apologize for the re-posting, but many aren't on FB, so I wanted to share...
The back-story - when my Dad was sick, he sold his 2006 Street Glide, never telling me until it was gone. He'd sold it to his cousin (JJ), someone he grew up with, was close to...if I had to guess, back in Nov. 2011 (Dad passed in Sept. 2012), that bike was worth maybe $13K or more, and he let it go for $6K because that's just how my Dad was. He needed $6K, he wanted it gone fast, *boom*, gone. It hurt because if he needed financial help, I wish he'd let me know, but he was too proud, and I understand that; I think those that know me well would tell me I have the same hard head
Hey, I'm not Woody's daughter for no damn reason 
I always hated that his HD got away from Dad; he loved that bike so much, and we'd both ridden a lot together, but it was the one thing he had that he could liquidate.
At Dad's funeral, JJ followed on Dad's Harley, behind the Patriot Guard and myself, Omar, many oRg members here to honor Dad (my gosh, when I think of the oRg members and friends that made that trip, tears well up). It hurt so much to know Dad's own bike was in the funeral procession, yet comforting I guess, somehow...anyway, I told JJ to please let me know if he wants to sell it, I want it back. I honestly never thought he'd let that HD go; it was such a great deal.
I got that call on Tuesday, and I had 24 hours to let him know. I've never worked so hard or so quickly to secure funds. I posted on FB about it, just heartbroken that Dad's Harley was just a few miles from my house, that I'd passed it off and on for 4 years now, breaking down every time, thinking I'd never have it, knowing how it had to leave our family, worried there was just no way I could swing this, now. The outpouring from friends from here, from my years in high school, heck, even the infusion nurse I see regularly that also happened to be my Dad's favorite nurse when he was getting chemo - all offered to help me get Dad's Harley back. Like Dad though, I cannot accept help like that, but man, again, tears welled up over and over, with every offer, every call, every text, every post. I finally told Omar that I was more moved by my friends than fear of letting the Harley go :cry: I realize just how fortunate I am, and Omar supported me fully in realizing I needed to get Dad's bike back.
So, I now am ready to be razzed...I have Dad's Harley, and 2 Busas (I do own Omar's Busa ya know)
Sorry for the book, but it's been a tough time this week, and on the heels of saying "see you later" and some tears with dear friends from our meet and greet...I'm getting too old for this...
Dad rode with many here several times, even when he had his 1200 Sportster. I have a group shot of one of our rides and his Street Glide is front and center, which I always found so funny for a "Busa gathering"...he loved that the oRg gang was so cool, and he loved to ride...
I was so happy to see that JJ left the Harley intact, down to the Air Force emblem Dad had put on the front fender...he was a Vietnam Vet and above all else, that tiny part of his bike being as he left it makes me smile.
The back-story - when my Dad was sick, he sold his 2006 Street Glide, never telling me until it was gone. He'd sold it to his cousin (JJ), someone he grew up with, was close to...if I had to guess, back in Nov. 2011 (Dad passed in Sept. 2012), that bike was worth maybe $13K or more, and he let it go for $6K because that's just how my Dad was. He needed $6K, he wanted it gone fast, *boom*, gone. It hurt because if he needed financial help, I wish he'd let me know, but he was too proud, and I understand that; I think those that know me well would tell me I have the same hard head
Hey, I'm not Woody's daughter for no damn reason I always hated that his HD got away from Dad; he loved that bike so much, and we'd both ridden a lot together, but it was the one thing he had that he could liquidate.
At Dad's funeral, JJ followed on Dad's Harley, behind the Patriot Guard and myself, Omar, many oRg members here to honor Dad (my gosh, when I think of the oRg members and friends that made that trip, tears well up). It hurt so much to know Dad's own bike was in the funeral procession, yet comforting I guess, somehow...anyway, I told JJ to please let me know if he wants to sell it, I want it back. I honestly never thought he'd let that HD go; it was such a great deal.
I got that call on Tuesday, and I had 24 hours to let him know. I've never worked so hard or so quickly to secure funds. I posted on FB about it, just heartbroken that Dad's Harley was just a few miles from my house, that I'd passed it off and on for 4 years now, breaking down every time, thinking I'd never have it, knowing how it had to leave our family, worried there was just no way I could swing this, now. The outpouring from friends from here, from my years in high school, heck, even the infusion nurse I see regularly that also happened to be my Dad's favorite nurse when he was getting chemo - all offered to help me get Dad's Harley back. Like Dad though, I cannot accept help like that, but man, again, tears welled up over and over, with every offer, every call, every text, every post. I finally told Omar that I was more moved by my friends than fear of letting the Harley go :cry: I realize just how fortunate I am, and Omar supported me fully in realizing I needed to get Dad's bike back.
So, I now am ready to be razzed...I have Dad's Harley, and 2 Busas (I do own Omar's Busa ya know)
Sorry for the book, but it's been a tough time this week, and on the heels of saying "see you later" and some tears with dear friends from our meet and greet...I'm getting too old for this...Dad rode with many here several times, even when he had his 1200 Sportster. I have a group shot of one of our rides and his Street Glide is front and center, which I always found so funny for a "Busa gathering"...he loved that the oRg gang was so cool, and he loved to ride...
I was so happy to see that JJ left the Harley intact, down to the Air Force emblem Dad had put on the front fender...he was a Vietnam Vet and above all else, that tiny part of his bike being as he left it makes me smile.
MOETWN wasn't, and neither was his last name...WOODY is taken, which would have been perfect (that's his name)...
