A new red bike

A weekend of decisions, some bad, some whose consequences have yet to be seen. I had planned on going into Daegu early on Saturday, but stayed out drinking till 5am or so on Friday night. I was starting to be able to walk normally again, something the alcohol probably helped, and dead set on getting a new bike the next day. Frasier and Nino showing off their new bikes didn't keep me calm and level headed about the situation, so the next day when no bike really jumped out at me, I simply chose the last one I was looking at. The major contender before that had fallen through as a possible dud and this one was looking ok. Smooth ride, good back brake electrical systems worked well--from a laymens check it seemed ok. So I bought it. With Frasier's help I talked him down from 850,000w to 700,000. He originally said 900,000 in that bullshit form of prediscounting something. It's rampant in Daegu. You're buying something and you try to bargain with the vendor and they tell you that the price is really 15% higher and that they already cut price. I was itching to get a new bike, though, and Will had already bought what seemed to be the best bike for the money that day. There was another that I had a bad feeling about, but it probably would have been just as good. 700,000w and it had a performance pipe on that sounded great. It accelerating better, but something didn't seem right. By the time we were all done, parked at the train station, and taxied over to Arianna hotel, we had about and hour and twenty minutes to take advantage of the all you can eat and drink buffet. I managed to get down two plates of food and six pints of their normally quite overpriced pilsner. 0 to 6 in a hour can call for an early night, and I was continuously amazed at the time whenever it was mentioned. We went to Z bar, an overpriced really mediocre place that didn't sell draft beer on weekends. Then we bailed and went to the Frog an overpriced mediocre dance club. Entrance and two beers=20,000w. After some pretty lame dancing, Traci and I ended up sitting on a bench drinking beer in the street, something we should have done from the start. The doorman with a mullet was getting down, dancing with anyone that would walk by. Some military guys showed him up and left. It was only midnight or so when Traci and I suddenly got up and left, trying to get a train ticket. Next train 4a, so we found a motel around the back of the train station. A nice cabbie took us there the long scenic way. I don't know how much we paid, but it certainly was more that the nothing we would have had we just walked around the block. Needed food, had 7,000w, got some beer instead. Only drank one before going to sleep. The next day I met Will at the station and we road back to Gumi. I was a little nervous, my new bike and Will having sat on a bike for the first time just the day before. He did fine though, a little shaky in traffic, turning neither smooth nor fast, but he made it to Gumi alive. By the end of the day I noticed the ajossi had polished the forks to hide the fact that fluid leaks from my forks. I noticed a bunch of other little things wrong it, one of them being the fact that I can't ride it off curbs and up small trails on the way to work any more. What's it going to cost me and should I have just fixed my dirtbike, possibly neglecting one or two of the repairs that brought it up to 730,000 friggin won. The guy who I bought it from said he could do it for less, and 400,000 or under and I could probably be persuaded to do it. Two bikes, maybe Traci would want to get on one from time to time.