So instead, we have this. The pace and enjoyment was such that cannot be contained. Or at least as far as a Saturday dinner with my son and then the 'two of us' joining forces in the garage to tackle the beast can be. Only to discover that, after dinner the other dragon slayer has actually fallen asleep at 7:pm. Such is youth and all that. So recognizing that if I went to sleep at 7:pm, I'l be up at 1:am instead of my usual 4:am... I head to meet the beast once more.
And then I get a little carefree and "what could possibly go wrong" kind of thoughts, plus the compliments from a few passers by (really?? Thank you, but do you even know what a motorcycle is supposed to look like??) keep me going and going and, well, the rest is history and, well, sitting on the garage floor with wires attached to it and a look that says "hey buddy, you're the one that disconnected me, I dunno where I go..."
So what could possible go wrong with all that??
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