I took one of my two motorcycles to the dealer for a safety recall today. I hadn't been there since becoming Kate, so I wasn't sure what to expect.
I re-introduced myself to the manager and the man who had sold me both bikes. I did this for three reasons:
1) I always liked these guys. Somehow I connected with them and wanted to reconnect.
2) They knew I bought the bikes from them as *him*. I felt the need to explain why they now belong to *her*. (The old name is in the records. I asked them to change it.) Besides, they might recognize me. (They did.)
3) I wanted to sell the bike to them and thought they might give me a little better deal if they knew of our history together.
It went
very well. They asked the usual questions: "How are you doing?" "Are you happy?" "Are you still riding?" I told the manager people have been very kind to me. He said: "Why not? Sure, some people are a$$****s, but eh."
I ended up selling them the bike for more than I thought I would. The proceeds will pay for almost half of my surgery. And I got to spend some time with some people I really like.
I have more room in my garage now, got rid of a bike that was hard for me to handle even when I had testosterone in my system, and I still have the other bike for when I am recovered enough to ride again. A
wonderful day.
- Kate
