I buy a Himalayan, but not the one I set out to buy.

I arrived at Sven's a little early. His French bulldog barked hard at me, but he was just defending hiscpstch & the mood remained congenial. Sven negotiated a pile of moving boxes & described a turmoil of changed jobs & addresses, explaining that his Himalayans were collateral. They no longer fit their lifestyle. They stood together, near new, unregisterd, gently dusted. 
The one I was set to buy looked the goods; a no fuss, satin black, a straight up work bike. But his partner's bike, stood with a gleaming  black & red livery. It felt warming, softer but obviously equally as capable. They licked over after a brief reluctance as they had been sitting a while. Sven had dreamed big at onr time, adding three piint engine bars, quadlocks & they both had the expedition options kit; barkbusters, panniers & racks. 
I left a deposit for the red & black & vowed to "think about" the other bike "for my son". Sven offered me a great deal on the pair & I unhestitatingly agreed to buy both. We were both happy & a little overwhelmed at what just happened. 
Joe doesn't know yet, he's away & his birthday is not for 12 days. I just need Sven yo deal with the registrations & it will be job done. The same day my parents' home, where I grew up, goes on the market, I buy two motorcycles. I'm not sure what that means, but it sure feels good.

Matty, the one I went to buy, & did eventually. 
The one that grabbed me. I boughtcit directly, & got the other as a bonus buy. 

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