“But in retrospect, I’d rather have been a poet, or a farmer.”
Over the weekend the bike received the attention it so badly deserved. We washed and waxed and polished and changed plugs and chased wiring, changed oil and removed all the old locks (for witch there are no keys.) I had told everyone this post would be up on Sunday, but, the camera was being used [...]
I occurred to me that I had lived in Texas for years
and never owned a gun rack.
So I thought I would whip one out.
“I think I want a motorcycle.”
If your wife has ever said anything like this, you’re going to understand.
I know, no update for so long.
Sorry, things happen.
So what’s new? Well, the work on the front of the house,
finally getting my C&R, the creation of a paint ball coarse on the property and the new toy in the garage.
First things first…