You've seen it before. That sad face, just looking at you from the other side of the computer screen. Maybe he's sitting in a puddle of his own fluids, looking sad and dejected and like he's not sure who to trust. His forks might be leaking; his fairings might be scratched to hell; and his headlight might be busted.
Oh, and turn signals? What even are those?
In particularly sad cases of moto neglect, the specimen in question might even have a seat cover that looks like it was last serviced by Freddy Krueger. And that tangled, sad rat's nest you call a wiring harness might just be enough to elicit a Wilhelm scream as you're scrolling through the photo carousel on the listing you're perusing. I'm not shuddering; you're shuddering!
