One's former self

Well, it used to look like a motorcycle. Not one I was particularly proud of necessarily, but still. Now I think it's been a few weeks since I've owned her, and a couple of them have been in this sort of shape. It looks less and less like a motorcycle, and it feels more and more like I don't even own one.

Feeling the hurry up coming on. Especially when the cool parts start rolling in, and the big changes start coming together. But I guess the big changes are happening even without the big parts, it's just harder to see them sometimes.

May be it's a little bit like life sometimes. Not to get too philosophical while hanging out getting greasy in a garage- don't want to risk the man card on account of spending too much time in my own head. But still, maybe sometimes it's just a matter of chipping away and changing up the little things, a little bit at a time.

Then suddenly one day, it's all become, well, a motorcycle again.