So I was in the market for a motorcycle and I went shopping for one this week. My friend Milton zipped me around to various stores looking a new little vespa-like dealies that are cute and friendly and automatic. Of course in my price range, I can only afford the no-name Chinese motos, and some people advised against them because if they break there are no replacement parts. Others said go for it because they´re only $600 and I can just sell it back in July for slightly less than the original value. I was also keeping my eye out for a used one, and my friend Milton´s uncle, Angel, said he found one for me on Friday and did I want to take a look on Saturday.
Well, Friday & Saturday were really crappy days because I was super homesick, frustrated, depressed, and all around icky. So on Saturday when I went to take a look at this motorcycle, all my common sense flew out of my brain, I ran on emotional fuel and bought a serious lemon for about $385, thinking that it would only need a few minor repairs. Did I take it to a mechanic to see what it might need before buying it? Nope. Did I run the plates with the police to see if it has any violations or infractions? Nope. I just went ahead and bought it. It´s a Honda, so in theory it should be a good little motorcycle. But along with the fuel injector, oil thingy, rings, clutch and other stuff, it´s a good $100 to fix. Well, I know you´re thinking that in the grand scheme of things, $100 to fix a Honda motorcycle is nothing compared to what it would be to fix a car with that amount of problems in the states (thousands, literally) but for something that was supposed to be a steal, I´m definitely on the losing side of things.

As Mario Sr. said, you live and you learn. And así es la vida. I´ve made worse mistakes, and I did learn a lot. Although it cost a good amount of humble pie and emotional distress. When life gives you lemons...
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