So after days of trying to figure out how to get my bike back home — you see, I wasn’t that keen on riding it back, I finally decided to ask the dealership what the estimated cost to fix the bike was. Amazingly (really, I wish I had taken a photo of this) the bikes damage far exceeded it’s value. It’s really hard for me to believe because I didn’t think that much was wrong with the bike. Sure, the plastic farrings were cracked and I knocked off the turn signal, but I really thought maybe there might be something tweeked with the forks — maybe! But, as it turns out by Nevada law (and maybe this is the case in all states) when you wreck a bike, if you use the insurance company to fix it, they have to replace all parts with new replacement parts. That means they can’t use parts from another bike and that also means, the costs skyrocket to fix a bike. (I have a very strong suspicion Kawasaki knows these things when they build beginner bikes they know are going to get dumped.)
Anyhow, the long and the short of it is that my bike never made it back to Colorado. And I should be getting a check from my insurance company soon for the value of the bike. And it looks like my motorcycling career is over … at least for now.
2 comments:
Enjoyed the travelogue. You certainly didn't pick an easy route for your first major road trip. You'll ride again... won't you?
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