I sold my old bikes and have decided I would like to end up with a wr250r or x but I am trying to be patient when my dad say's "hey, have you seen this one?" It's an all stock 2008 wr250x with 1400 miles, for $3500, and located in Montrose Colorado. I want it! I contact the owner and explain that I could fly down and pick it up. He agrees and say's he will hold the bike for me. Here's the plan: Dad hooks me up with a guest pass to fly to Denver and it costs me $62 I try hitch hiking for the first time all the way from DIA to Grand Junction where Jarred, (the owner) will meet me. I buy the bike and ride it home. Day one: I packed the night before and go carry-on only because I do not want to risk checked luggage as a stand-by passenger. I wake up at 3 a.m. and my father drives me to the airport before work at 4:30 I make it on both of my flights, one from Portland to Seattle and the other from Seattle to Denver. The guys I sat next to on each flight were pretty cool, the first flight we talked about living and fishing in Minnesota, and the second flight we talked about living and fishing in Anchorage. It was awesome! Denver is sunny and warm! When I arrived I checked out rental car and buss options and decided I'd stick with the economical option. I find my way outside and immediately second guess my plan. I walk through the parking lot and ask a stranger to help me get my bearings. He explains that it's about 10 miles just to get out of the airport! I offered him gas money to drive me out of the airport but he's in a company rig and say's he cannot. I tell him no worries and hop the parking lot fence with my thumb out. After a couple minutes I get picked up by the guy I just talked to. He lives on the outskirts of Denver and drops my off at a park and ride near an on ramp to I 70. Great guy! I hitch the on-ramp because it's illegal on the interstate. The traffic is really slow and after 20 minutes I am questioning my plan again, but, a mid 90's Camaro with, crazy bass music blaring, stops and let's me in. It's a guy about my age (22), heading about ten miles down the road. I hop in and notice a heaping pile of cigarettes. The first thing he say's to me is "happy 420 man. You got any bud?" Then I realized, it's April 20th and fear there may be a trend. I explain that I came from the airport and didn't have any (not that I would have any normally, I just wanted to let him down easy). He talks kind of slow but drives well, I ride alert just in case and was glad it was a short ride. I get dropped off near the edge of the town of Evergreen. I walk to the on ramp where traffic is minimal but after only 2 minutes I am picked up. It's Kent. Kent is a man who just got to Denver and rented a toyota yaris to drive all the way to Montrose to visit a friend. Holly cow am I lucky. That is even better because it's the real location of the bike. I call Jared and let him know I am on my way directly.Hey that's me. Thanks Kent. The drive there was very scenic, but there were a lot of bugs. This wind shield was spotless when I got in, but after only 15 minutes, this is what it looked like. Kent is a rock climber, mountain biker, outdoor enthusiast with a ton of interesting stories. He is 50 years old and spending several days doing some serious climbing. He also just got gs650f. The 4 and a half hour drive goes very quickly. I offered him gas but he only accepted $20. The yaris is pretty efficient and ergonomic but lacks some power. I get dropped off at the Montrose airport and wait for Jared to pick me up. This was at the Montrose airport.