I had my first VTX1800 totaled out from under me and made the decision to replace it almost identically while still in the ambulance, so I'd been on the hunt for a deal once the insurance check arrived. I found one, down in Rosenberg, TX- I lived in North Texas at the time, so it was a solid six hours away. Had no truck, so I rented a U-Haul pickup and got a friend to ride down with me.
We get there, and it's at a National Guard Armory, so we pull in, and there's a mountain of a Master Chief waiting for us. Turns out the guy selling the bike is on deployment in Iraq, that he's coming home in a few weeks, and wants to move the VTX so that he can buy a new Harley with the service member discount they offer. So, I talk to the Chief for a while, I test ride the bike, he gets the dude on video conference, and we negotiate.
Once we arrived at a price, we bade him good night (it was like 1pm where we were, meaning it was like 1am in Iraq) and went back out to load up the bike into the bed of the truck. I had to take off my wrist splint to do it and, like an idiot, didn't have a helmet on. Bike loaded, we headed back northwards and things were uneventful. I've owned that bike for almost a decade since.