I happened to be on eBay looking for parts for the DT2. I see this bike for sale- Buy it now! $500.
Hell no. But i've got nothing better to do, and there's a "best offer" button so I figure what the hell. I've got a couple hundred dollars and it's in Dallas...not too far in the scheme of things.
After some back and forth with counter offers, I end up winning the thing and never really set out too. I had to borrow my friends truck (and by "borrow" I mean show up at his house and ask if I can take it because I have to pick up the bike later that day) and make the long drive to Dallas. The seller and I agreed to "the weekend" but beyond that...no specific time was set. So I'm 3 hours in to the 5 hour drive and I give him a call. No answer.
I am 4 hours in to the 5 hour driver and I give him a call. No answer.
Eventually I end up in this small suburban area of North West Dallas sitting in a Wal-Mart parking lot sending this person messages via the eBay messenger.
The messages did not pop up in real time like a text message so I had to manually go back and refresh. After waiting in the parking lot for 3 hours, he sends me a message and says he's home. (He didn't call, even though I suggested he do so and he had my phone number)
I didn't get that message until hour 4...when I called him and he said "Oh, sorry man, I got home about an hour ago..."
So after that waste of my life I get to the house where the motorcycle is and the guy comes out. Maybe 16 years old.
The bike is in rough shape but it runs...The kid reminded me a bit of me. He wrote up a bill of sale that wouldn't hold up in any court in the world probably. It's literally 3 scribbles of red pen on a piece of computer paper.
I strapped the bike down and made back for Houston.