I’ve been looking for weeks at classified ads, trying to find a suitable starter dirt bike for my son’s thirteenth birthday. If I could buy a new one it would be so much easier, but, where I live, people have lost their minds and there are waiting lists for smaller bikes for months out.
I seemed to be a step behind with every ad I called.
“Sorry, the bike was sold this morning,” or even the night before I called. Then I finally got a hit. “Yep, it’s still for sale.”
I was so thrilled, I immediately asked to see it.
“I’m not available until tomorrow morning at 8 am.”
The bike wasn’t close. It took us an hour to get there, but I didn’t care I’d finally found a bike. At least, that’s what I thought.
Pulling into the neighborhood of the address I’d been given, I watched the truck ahead of us stop at the same address. We both got out and looked at each other.
“Are you here for the bike?” the guy asked.
“Uh…yeah. Are you the homeowner?”
“No. I’m here for the bike too.”
What? I didn’t have a chance to say anything else before the homeowner sauntered out. Of course, he wasn’t surprised there was more than one of us here for his bike.
“Sorry. You know, you’ll get a hundred calls but no one shows up,” he said. His apology really lacked an important part – actual regret in the tone of his voice.
“We came a long way to look at this bike,” I said.
The other guy who pulled up right before inserted himself, “Yeah, well, I got here first.”
I looked at the homeowner again. He had his arms crossed with a smug smile on his face. Did he think he could pit us against each other to bid up the price? He had another thing coming. I’d done my homework and knew the bike was already at the top of its price range. My husband and I turned and left.
Yep, we’re still dirt bike-less. And maybe that means my son won’t be getting one for his birthday, but the world will keep spinning. It’s not like I won’t keep looking, but now I know to ask one more question before I drive anywhere and waste more gas. “Are you giving me an exclusive chance to buy your bike?”