IT STOPPED WORKING¡¡¡

It stopped working.

Let's say you're bored on a Saturday afternoon, and while you're in front of the computer screen you remember that the only motorcycle you don't keep was the first one. And you think that it is a shame and that it is still worth taking a look at Wallapop, which is the fashionable online market, to see how the offer is.
And you go there, you type "Ossa 250 Phantom" without further ado, because there are not many more possibilities to give yourself advanced SQL, and you find a very complete list. But since you have a morbid day, you decide to sort by price, from most expensive to cheapest. With which you learn that there is a wide, and rather dispersed, offer.

So you say... "I'll start with the 4,800 euro one, which must be the hit all over the world." And here we go: just one click, and we have it in sight: 

But it seems clear that our concepts differ on some point more than price. Or maybe we speak different languages. Or perhaps it happens that "completely original" in sales jargon means that the motorcycle left the factory with an exhaust extension, a Tecnomoto side outlet grip, a decompressor and red fenders totally different from the ones it had originally. Which is what one can see in the photos.

So, seeing that we would hardly reach an agreement with someone who neither sends, nor negotiates, nor exchanges, we go a little further down, looking for a lower cost, and giving up so much originality that, it seems logical, has a price to pay.

And you read 1,500 euros on a photo that reminds you of a friend's 250 and you click the second, which brings this closer to your screen:





And it's stored in the garage! 
Although it is no less true that the owner, a fine collector, anticipated that a tune-up might be necessary. After disinfection, I suppose.

So you multiply, you think that 1,500 "aurelios" are like 250,000 of the long-awaited pesetas (more expensive than when it was bought new), and that, despite the curiosity that the headlight, the handlebars and the seat upholstery produce in you, you will lose a The bar is low, let's see what you can find around 600 euros. Which is still almost 100,000 of the old pesetas that my father would have said.

And one of the things you find catches your attention again.
For 750 euros bare, which was a little more than your limit, so you enlarge the photo:


...and you arrive at this gem, which, due to its price, has had to make up its appearance with a hose, so much so that they almost erase the numbers on the chassis with the pressure water gun.
But it has also been stored in a garage, and is not negotiable because...

it stopped working!

The definitive argument.
It doesn't matter that the bike doesn't have a carburetor, nor that the seat has been lowered with racing foam, nor that the electrical installation is a memory of better days, nor that the fenders belong to God knows what vehicles. Because it stopped working.
 There it is nothing. How do you think about negotiating the price in the face of such an opportunity?

Which, on the other hand, is like saying in an obituary "He was alive and he died." Because to die it is only necessary to be alive at the previous moment. Just like to stop a motorcycle, it only needs to be started once. I would dare say that none of us ever knew a vehicle that didn't stop running.

In such a way that, maturing this reflection in my head, it occurred to me to do the nine test in Wallapop and I searched for only one thing:

"it stopped working."

And the result is shocking:
.. bars/restaurants, boats, cars, quads, motorcycles, even kitchen robots.

Everything stopped working.

In short: in the absence of an Ossa Phantom that I cannot decide on, I am beginning to be clear about what my epitaph will be, if one day I am buried in an individual grave:

"KAWABCN,
I stopped working."

Bless Wallapop!
 

Fun read! Well written, and I'm grinning!

My obituary will read:

RAN FINE BEFORE HE PARKED