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Finding that perfect roommates is always a tricky thing and I just so happen to have the worse luck with them. About three months ago I was looking for a place to move into, and ended up debating between two different places that was available at the time. One place was a co-worker I just met, and another one was a random member of BARF (Bay Area Riders Forum) that was advertising in the housing section on the forum. One of my requirements when looking for a new place to live is the garage space. It is really hard to find a place where the roommate(s) would automatically accommodate and give up that garage space for the motorcycle. So between those two choices, I decided that moving in with the people who actually owned motorcycles themselves would probably be the better choice of the two. Who would have thought that was going to be the worst roommate decision I have ever made.
After the three short months living there, I feel as if I have been through a roller coaster of interactions with my roommates. What I mean by that is that many things have happened; some good, but the rest mostly bad. These events that made me say enough is enough and I gave them my 30-day notice. So, the good thing about living at that house was that there was always a spot in the garage for my bike. In addition to that, my roommate also had a truck, and he was always more than willing to help me out and offer me and my bike a lift whenever that may be. That was one positive thing I always saw about the riders in the riding community. Even though we barely know each other, we are always willing to help out other riders in need.
However, things just were not working out in terms of personality compatibility, and I had to give my 30 day notice. Unfortunately for him, he was not in the best of financial situation and so me moving out seemed to have caused him to become directly hostile to me. It became uncomfortable for me to even come home, and I avoided any contact with him. After giving my 30 day notice I was already really busy with work, so I only had time during my lunches to move, and no time in the evening, so then the bike sat in the garage patiently waiting for me. The weekend before I actually had to be out of the place finally came, and I had my boyfriend, and friend come over with me in order to help me clear the last pieces of huge furniture out of the house. We spent the first 15 minutes tending to my bike, and pulling the seat off in order to hook up the battery tender to it. In all my years of riding, I never had to put a battery tender on my bike for the sole reason of not having had the time to ride it. It made me sad to have to do this, but at the same time I had no other choice, and I was excited to be finally taking my bike and leaving that place. After we finished hooking the bike up to the tender, I started to move some things out. At around 8pm, my roommate comes home and he immediately starts yelling and cussing at me because I was disturbing his peace and told me that if I want to move I should come home and do it at a decent time.
A couple of days later, still not even to my move out date, I got a call from him telling me to take all my crap out of the house now. If I wanted to get my stuff I would have to come that night because he changed all the locks on the place. It made we wonder how someone who was so nice and accommodating before can just change and become so hostile. That night was probably the worst night, and worst conditions ever to be riding my bike. I was so nervous and so emotionally distraught, but I knew I had to get everything out of there. My boyfriend came with me to pick up the bike, and the rest of my belongings. As I pulled the bike out of the garage, I never in my entire life felt so upset and so happy to be riding my bike all at once. I opened up my heart to those of the motorcycling community and have faith in those that I meet who share my passion. Now I come to realize that not everything is what it seems, and despite our generous nature as motorcycle riders, we too are only just human beings. It is unfortunate that I have come to experience something like this first hand, but at least now my bike and I am completely moved out and have nothing more to do with this person.
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