There's this legal group called the Law Tigers. The commercials I've seen have come on during White Sox games. There angle is geared towards people who drive motorcycles. Presumably, motorcyclists watch the White Sox. Anyways, the whole gimmick is that these lawyers ride motorcycles and, therefore, are worthy of representing any given motorcyclist who becomes involved in an accident. That's good and well, I suppose-- I'd rather buy a guitar from a guy who plays guitar than from a guy who plays the kazoo, provided that the kazooist is at least proficient in his knowledge about guitars.
There are two commercials I've seen: one is simply a biker gang being gawked at by an obviously fake tiger. The second one has more to it. There's a father and son, and the dad talks about how his son should grow up well and should know which decisions to make. There's something about following in the dad's footsteps. That kinda thing. Then it mentions that no motorcyclist should "ride alone." By "ride alone" they mean that everyone should-- just as religiously as wearing a helmet-- include a Law Tigers card on their keys or in their wallet. If this idea wasn't somehow inspired by Lionel Hutz then I must have misinterpreted his character. Never in my brief life have I witnessed such innovation in the ambulance-chasing industry. This is the legal version of prescription drug advertisements. No kidding.
Just had to get that off my chest.
Alright, speaking of motorcycles:
Last night, Will showed me a Honda CB 360 on local eBay in Rockford. $450 was the asking price and the condition was good. The only thing close to a problem was the left turn signal, which only works manually. I e-mailed the seller as soon as I could with my offer(which was the price he had asked for). This morning the guy sends me an e-mail that just says, "SOLD". Assuming this guy meant it as in, "Sold! It's yours!" I get my hopes up. I tell Will and he says he's been talking to the guy about it. Point of the story: my hopes are back down. This doesn't look like it will be mine.
Update: I didn't get it. upon examination of both e-mails between myself and the seller, one of us is having trouble without clarity through the use of the English language. Maybe both of us. My last hope for buying a bike in the near future will rest on the strength of tonight's pitch to my mom. I have to come up with something clever to convince her that I'm worthy of lending $1,300 to.
Time to eat ramen and hike the Elite to ScooterWorks.
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