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I had an enduro back in 1986, it was a Yamaha DT 200 and it was a really cool little bike. I rode that thing all year around and it was a total blast.
I had this bike up until 1988, when some old bitch who couldn't see over her dashboard cut me off and I t-boned her, writing the bike, and almost me, off. Real ugly accident; I was laid up on my back for 8 months because I had ripped up my knee badly. So basically ever since I lost that bike, I've longed to replace it with something as close as I could come to it. Unfortunately back in 1996, they discontinued making that bike. They replaced that with the WR 250, which was also a 2-stroke, but it wasn't street legal. They replaced that with the WR250F which still wasn't street legal and then the WR250R which is street legal. I thought it was pretty sweet. The day I test drove it at a demo day the dealer had I was hooked. I was gonna get that bike.
Enter a whole twist to this story. Yesterday I finally bought this bike I have been drooling over. I absolutely love it. Well, this morning when I was driving into town I was thinking back to the days I had my old DT and thought how cool it was to finally have that thing replaced. Then it dawned on me. I had the accident with the DT in October of 1988. I came home and did some digging around, and found some slips from the day I had the accident. October 23, 1988, at 11:30 in the morning...I bought this new one yesterday, which was October 23, 2008 at 11:30 in the morning...so exactly 20 years later to the date and time of the accident when I wrote off the old bike, I come walking away with a new one. Yeah, my hair was standing on end. I swear it's a sign. I mean, how damned close can something like that come?!!!:hr::shock:
