The pick-up

Well here is how it all happened:

Last Saturday I was looking through the classifieds and spotted the quad, a 1986 YFM225 Moto4. I have a weak spot for these old quads, not only because they are bullet proof, but because you can get them for rather cheap. I called up the owner and made arrangements to stop by on Sunday before the Vikings playoff game to take a look.
Like many wives with husbands that have to have a greasy project, my wife does not share my love of old quads and bikes and so whenever I start itching to start one of these projects she starts figuring out a way to deter my ambitions. I had schemed in my little brain on how we could take the truck to my sister in laws to watch the playoff game without making it obvious that I had already slipped the 300 bucks into my pants pocket and planned to bring my project home. Like most wives, my wife is also much smarter and craftier than me, and as I tried to announce we would be taking the truck, she had already loaded up the Sequoia with the veggy pizza and bruschetta we would consume later that day.
After stuffing myself with enough chicken wings and buffalo burgers to keep Tyson in business for another month. I grabbed my brothers in law and out the door we went.

The quad was parked by the side of the owner's house and after some small talk I found out that Clark was the original owner! The fenders have a little sunburn on them from sitting outside the last couple years, but all in all the quad is in great shape. I looked under and inspected the swing arm boot to avoid the nightmare and expense of rebuilding the rear-end like in last years project. Clark explained that the last time he had been out riding it was a little cold and it was not starting. He tried pull starting it and when he popped it into gear it stayed in gear and would not come out..... hum. After thinking of the many things that could have bent and broken, I figured it was a project and had fixed worse. I gave Clark my money and told him I would be back on Monday evening to pick it up.

Monday came quick and I stopped by, got my bill of sale signed, and title in hand. I had Vern (brother in law) help me lift the old quad into the truck. After tying it in and dropping Vern off I headed home.