One of N's favorite things in the entire world is his motorcycle. We purchased it shortly after N got out of the military. Because times were hard, N was having to work 2 jobs: one as a mechanical assembler and one as a motorcylce assembler. The job at the motorcycle shop wasn't the best environment to be in, but it did give him some practical knowledge and some hands-on time with motorcycles. Because he was an employee, he got a very nice discount. When he saw the lime green Kawasaki Vulcan 900 custom come through the shop, he felt it call to him.
I truly believe that when he can ride this beauty to and from work everyday, he's a happier man.
The move to Umatilla has been hard for N for many reasons. All our stuff is there, but all our family isn't. Yes, The Kawi is part of the family. It couldn't make the move in September, so it's been sitting in a garage, unridden. That, my friends, is a crime.
After a couple months of trying to figure out how to move The Kawi down to Umatilla, N figured it out. Two, very dear friends from church offered their equipment for us to use. Dave is letting us borrow his trailer and Shawn is letting us borrow his new truck. Read that sentence again...Shawn just bought this truck less than a month ago and is letting us borrow it. I think he and N have a bromance, for which I'm entirely grateful. All men need a good bromance to eat weird, greasy food, talk shop and get Godly advice about their women.
The problem is, N is in Umatilla and my mom and I had to get this loaded up. Enter friend #3, Jaret. He came over after work to help load the bike. For a brief moment during the loading, he had to take a phone call. Enter Kelly...the prankster. I'm not sure if it's because I know how important The Kawi is to N or if I know no limits when it comes to a good laugh. Here's the set up:
The truck is parked in the driveway, the trailer is strapped up and ramped up ready to go, The Kawi is positioned to be loaded and Jaret is distracted. I sit on the bike, take this picture:
and send a text to N that reads: Do I just drive it straight in? Jaret had to go home.
Then my mom and I counted to see exactly how long it would take to get a call. She guessed 10 seconds and I guessed 15. I was right. Apparently he couldn't see straight to dial.
This was the conversation:
N: Are you serious?
K: Yes, there was something wrong with the baby. The trailer's loaded, but I just don't know what exactly I need to do. Can you walk me through it?
N: I'm calling JJ. He can be there in 20 minutes. Did Jaret really have to leave?
K: No! bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha (that's my evil laugh)
N then complained of the worst heartburn he's ever experienced.
All in all, The Kawi got loaded with exactly 1/4 inch to spare. Isn't God good? We are headed down to Umatilla today to deliver The Kawi and spend some time with N.
I'm going to laugh about this little incident for the entire 3 hour drive.
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