...on risk 2...

...or best day off ever!!

a couple of months ago, the bastard had mentioned that he had won an ebay auction for a motorcycle. that was in march. the bike had gotten here at the end of may. then we tinkered with it and i bought a helmet for it in june. then it had trouble starting. we had never taken her out for a proper spin (mostly because, i had never ridden a motorcycle before) and by the time i had a helmet, the problems ensued. so we finally found a mechanic (because zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance can go to hell), and now she's ready. so this morning while my other vehicle is in hock as well (the starter), rookie cop came to pick me up with his trusty motorcycle trailer to go and get the old bird. yeah i think that's what we'll refer to the bike as from here on in...the old bird.

long story short, the old bird runs like a top. she sounds beautiful and she starts on the first try (except for when i close the pecock valve). so here's the best scariest part. without ever having been on a moving motorcycle in my life, and without wearing any protection (because i picked her up in my street clothes, and because i'm an idiot) i rode the old bird right into the garage in one of the scariest moments of my life which will go down later as the fourth scariest moment of my life as i rode her back out of the garage and up and down the block without ever having learned how to ride the damn thing. it was both the frightening (as mentioned) and exhilarating and i will no doubt do this again before gettin gmy permit as my mechanic recommends i run her once or twice a week just to keep the fuel system moving. but, i think from here on in, the bastard will be doing it with the stuff he invested in to keep himself from turning into a smear on the tarmac.

bonus batter, i came home and the boots i ordered for the bike came in. best day off ever.

—the bastard