Alas, dear readers, I come bearing a tale as old as Craigslist transactions and as melodramatic as a daytime soap opera. Straight from the hallowed halls of Reddit’s AITA (Am I The Asshole) realm, we’ve got a story of a motorcycle sale that might just leave you clutching your pearls—or at the very least, rolling your eyes. Fasten your seatbelts; Roger’s going to take you on a wild ride.
The Curious Case of the Chopped Chopper
Picture this: Our protagonist, a diligent seller who shall remain nameless, decides to part ways with their prized steed of two wheels—a motorcycle. An unassuming deal, really. Our hero wraps things up with a clean title, a handshake (or something equally distanced in this post-pandemic world), and an exchange of hard, cold cash.
Enter the buyer: a gentleman probably lured by the throaty roar of the motorcycle or the allure of the open road. He hands over the cash, takes the bike, and wheels away into the sunset. The end, right? Oh, honey, if life were only that simple. Within a mere half-hour, our seller gets a text message that reads like the opening line of a true crime novel:
Why yes, imagine that being read in the deep, ominous voice of your favorite crime show narrator.
The Art of Buyer’s Remorse
Now, our seller stands firm—a veritable fortress of resolve. You see, the gentleman grumbled no protests when the deal went down like a smooth jazz number. No questions, no concerns, just unabashed desire leading to purchase. But post-transaction? A whole dramatic shift, like a Shakespearean tragedy.
Our seller remains resolute: no refunds, no returns, no coming back to collect some ill-fated motorcycle wrought with suppositions and paranoia. They text back, probably with the same level of sass as Roger: “No, I will not be coming back as you failed to ask me any questions and just said you wanted it.” Cue the mental mic drop.
To Call the Cops or Not to Call the Cops?
Following this courageous stand, the buyer then pulls the ultimate drama card—the threat of the law. A classic move! Because, what better way to show the severity of your remorse than to threaten to throw someone in the slammer?
And here we sit, dear readers, in the gap of waiting. As the clock ticks past 7:30, no flashing lights appear on the horizon, no stern knock on the door. Just the serenity of a night knowing our hero sold a bike to a buyer now steeped in regret and perhaps some buyer’s remorse.
The Accusation Circus
The comment section, like a gaggle of excitable townfolk, roars with suggestions and suspicions. Claims of bike tampering, frame-chopping accusations, and poorly photoshopped titles flood the thread. It’s a veritable Witch Hunt 2.0, this time with a mechanized twist.
But friends, our protagonist has a trump card—a bill of sale. Yes, straight from the annals of a previous transaction, boasting no signs of Frankenstein-like customizations. Just a fixer-upper, sold as such. The plot, it thickens! Much like my third cup of gravy on Thanksgiving.
Roger’s Take: An Opinionated Finale
So, dearest readers, is our valiant seller the asshole? Well, in the sage words of my Aunt Rita, “Just because someone regrets their midnight munchies doesn’t mean the pizza place is at fault.” Our hero is in the clear! A clean title was given, a transaction took place, and the buyer’s remorse cannot rewrite the terms of this deal.
In the realm of buyers and sellers, the line must be drawn somewhere, lest the integrity of marketplace exchanges crumble to dust. Sometimes, life hands you lemons, and sometimes, it hands you a “weird looking” motorcycle frame.
Until next time, keep your titles clean, your frames unchopped, and your wits as sharp as Roger’s tongue.
Original story
I sold a motorcycle today with a clean title and such to a gentleman who paid in cash on a marketplace meet. I gave him the title and keys and he asked no questions and gave me the money.
I left and 30 minutes later he texts me saying: “the title is weird looking and the frame looks chopped, come back with my money and i wont call the cops.”
i told him “no i will not be coming back as you failed to ask me any questions and just said you wanted it.”
i was then threatened with the cops at 730 and they havent showed.
am i the asshole for not coming to get the bike and keeping the money?
edit: ive seen a lot of the comments suggesting possible tampering of the bike on my end, i bought the bike as a fixer and did no chopping or anything and have bill of sale for it.