Pickup and bring back

Me and my dad went to Elizabethtown, Kentucky today to pick up the bike. The guy who sold it to me was an old military guy and was just a bit bossy. He said "gimme those straps, I been doing this a long time". So I let him strap her on... Luckily my dad recommended to stop and buy 5.00 worth of nylon rope and tie it down with the straps.

When we got back to Bowling Green, Ky. low and behold... a strap was broken... Yup, we woulda lost the bike... holy crap... that woulda sucked!