It might be cursed OK, here’s the current story regarding the bike of immediate pain:
As you already know, I trailered the bike up to Lincolnton, NC. My brother-in-law’s father, Junior, has expressed interest in helping me get it up and running again. Well, last week I got a call from my brother-in-law stating that a good friend of Junior's, “Squeak”, was interested in buying the bike as-is. This sounded like a good thing to me. We were going up that way for Labor Day weekend anyway.

Once we got to my sister-in-law’s house and got settled in, we started have the usual bantering discourse. During the course of our babbeling, I learned that “Squeak” had been out to test drive a similar bike. “Squeak”, who’s been riding longer than I’ve been alive, managed to lay the bike down while traversing a gravel driveway. He wasn’t injured, other than some bumps and bruises, nor was the bike damaged (lucky him). However, from what I’ve been told, it will take quite a lot for “Squeak” to convince his wife that a motorcycle is a good idea. Not only did he throw himself off of the bike, but he managed to land himself in the doghouse as well.

So as it stands, I still have a Harley for sale.  ¶ 9:47 AM