"Black Friday And Saturday" Sales Reminder

I'm beginning to think that my motorcycle has become the leverage point in every decision I make. It's evident by the following:

1. I only retrieve the mail from the mailbox more than once a week IF I'm waiting for a new moto-toy. That is to say I apologize to the fine people at the Powder Springs Water Department for the late payment. Unfortunately your bill did not coincide with the arrival of my new Throttlemeister, those sweet CRG frame sliders, or my new Shoei RF1100.

2. The invention of the "We" gift. I spent an hour convincing my girlfriend that she really does fit a medium Shoei RF1100 (see bullet point number one) even though it was easily 2 sizes too small, and she got mildly light headed after 5 minutes of wearing it. The key to "We" gift success is a plausible deniability that said gift is not solely intended for use by you the purchaser. Might I suggest a paint scheme that one could pass off as “It looks great on you Babe!” But you’re wondering: Sean, could you possibly wear that ridiculous pink helmet just because it’s the model you really want and your girlfriend believes it’s for her?” Answer: “Absolutely!”

3. I budgeted $85 for an illuminated Santa Claus riding in a sleigh being towed by 8 reindeer and red-nosed-Rudolf. But then the Michelin Pilot Road 2 was replaced by the new Michelin Pilot Road 3; and the increase in price meant that I had to pull $46 from the Christmas decoration budget, and add it to the tire budget. The result were some old flashlights taped to the roof and gutters, red and white spray paint on the “angry illuminated pumpkin” Halloween yard statue and only 4 reindeer. What should have been a pretty Christmas-tastic yard now looks more like a poorly lit red-and-white angry pumpkin chasing after 4 goats, one of which has a bloody nose.

4. My girlfriend recently explained to me that a washer and dryer had become a necessity at our house. Unfortunately my workbench was positioned over the hookups to the water faucets, and I had my welder plugged into the 220 outlet. At 32 years old I’m able to tell when compromise is required. And no I don’t mean “compromise” in the traditional sense of the term where she says we are eating chicken and rice for dinner, and I say I want steak again and so we “compromise” and eat chicken and rice. We “compromised” and got the washer and dryer…atop the dryer sits my welder and I’ve bolted the bench vice to the washing machine lid. This means I can clamp my custom made exhaust brackets, lay a weld on them and then tip the entire assembly back for inspection by opening the washer lid!

Be sure to stop in “Black Friday” November 25^th or Black Saturday November 26^th and mention this email to save 10% on that perfect “We” gift for you or the motorcyclist in your life.

Thanks for reading

-Sean DeAngelis

November 18, 2011 Posted in: Front Page News