Here is a post a female co-worker of mine posted to sell one of her old bikes, I thought it was pretty good too and she sold her bike in a week:
Chick driven, 1982 Yamaha Maxim motorcycle seeks new companion. 21,088 miles. 400cc. Just like your reliable 3AM drunken booty call girl, this bike ain’t pretty but is always ready to go and reliable.
Don’t knock her for age and looks. “The Hag” can zip along at a nice clip and just had her rear tire and battery replaced last year. I rode her April through November and regardless of the temperature, she always started right up. And if you have a small significant other that wants to ride as well, she’ll tolerate a threesome.
Comes with an ultra-unsexy but totally useful windshield pilfered from an ATV. Always stored inside. Washed whenever it rained or when I drove through liquid manure (thanks, farmers!) And actually, mechanically well-maintained by my (professional and certified, not back alley tinkerer) mechanic brother.
Best of all, if you intend to make her your “forever girl”, she’s old enough to qualify for collector plates.
Why am I dumping her? I just picked up a new Triumph. Bye bye, crotchety old training bike. Hello, chrome and an extra 465cc. Vroom vroom.
$500 firm (this kind of lovin’ doesn’t come free).
