If there’s one thing I’d care to win less than a trip to Brazil for the UY-UK match, it’s probably a noisy, rattling and dangerous (especially given Uruguayan drivers) pile of outdated technology. Not that I stand a chance of winning (oh, such stinkin’ thinkin’!) but fortunately cupones (coupons) were only offered upon purchase of certain Father’s Day (today in Uruguay) items, and we’ve only bumbled into a couple of those the last few weeks.
Around $9,000 new in the land of the Untied Snakes, prolly $19-20,000 here. I found the local web site, but under precios it has no prices. It does have an enticing shot of snow-capped mountains, though …
… amusing because Uruguay has neither snow nor mountains. Oh, details.
Fortunately, there would be a long line of interested purchasers should you (or I) happen to win one. Even better, a remate.
Well, rest assured you would be pillaried (rhymes with Hillaried) here were you to consign your duly-won antiquated manliness-machine to an auction. But odds favor both of us; we won’t have to test our friendship.
Especially if you let me have a ride before you sell it. I mean, really, riding a Harley must be some kind of awesome, even if you find Harleys kind of viscerally repugnant.