Dealership
September 20th, 2025
Note to self, know an auto guy when going to the dealership.
I talked to the salesman—a middle aged part-time motorcycle instructor. He was so affable I didn't want to negotiate hard. I've paid the $200 non-refundable holding deposit for now.
I sent ChatGPT the offer. It's not a total rip-off, but it's a 1.5k mile bike at the price of a new bike.
I should've negotiated harder, but to be fair I'm fresh meat. With the California sales tax and the dealership handling fees (which may or may not be bullshit), the price can go past MSRP about 20%.
It's likely I'll eat the deposit as negotiation tuition and move to Facebook Marketplace.
Japantown
Breakfast—four pieces of bacon and six eggs scrambled. The slices are too long to fit in my pan, so I tilt the grease to baste. Safe to say I've lost my reaction to oil splashes.
I went for a morning run alongside Embarcadero and caught a breeze. It was a warm September day.
Drenched in sweat, I stopped by the farmer's market to buy vegetables and fermented sauerkraut. There was live music at the Ferry Building, and I loitered to listen longer. Crowds of tourist families and women both young and old filled the alleys between stalls.
My ego told me being a single man at a Saturday farmer's market makes me prime catch, but I flicked the thought away. I bought my needed groceries and turned home.
At noon I went to a voice actor signing event with J, a fellow I met online. He also rides motorcycles, so I'll go riding with him in Sunset soon enough.
The Mathew Effect
I notice—the most successful people succeed in every aspect of their life. It's cumulative.
Life's comedy is that we all know what must be done to be great. The trouble comes with execution. If you want to be rich, will you practice selling and cold call ten thousand people?
