So close, yet so far away.

Over the past few months I have realized how badly I desire to own a motorcycle.

I searched through craigslist over-and-over again. I found that the bike I desired so much was an old Honda CB350. It took months of searching and months of e-mailing sellers to find someone who has not already sold their beloved bike. But finally I found it. I found the bike I wanted to own. It was within an hour of my home, at a price no one could argue with. And was in "show-room" quality. But the hardest part had not come yet.

I had to tell my mom.

Or did I?

I had thought about just buying it and have it be.. well, a surprise to my mom. She'd probably flip out and make me sell it. But at least I'd have had it for a while. Or maybe she'd just let me have it
( u n l i k e l y ) . I thought that if I were to make a decision this big, I better have talked to my mom about it. I had to tell my mom what I was planning to buy.

What I learned from this experience?

Don't ask for permission, ask for forgiveness.