When my FZR was written off in the gargre fire Easter 2005, I asked for the local motorcycle shop to do the valuation.
I asked my my insurance company how much I could expect for the bike as I'd had it insured for $3995 - what I paid for it. They told me that I would get nowhere near that much as their policy was to pay the market valuation, and not a penny more, less my excess, which was $350.
In fact they put it in writing for me, which turned out to be good for me and bad for them, as the valuation came in at $5000. The bike shops reason - with the supply of pre-89 sports bikes dwindling as their new racing class was using up the bikes, it had become rarer and hence more valuable.
They bitched and moaned and said they would pay the lesser amount, which was the $3995, less the $350, and I called their bluff and demanded the market valuation. As I had it in writing, they had to pay.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
Bookmarks