I bought this bike almost a year ago.
A year ago. Can't believe it. And, to make matters worse, it ran fine when I bought it, so was gonna be a handful of easy to change out parts, accessories, paint this and scrub that... then we'd be back on the road.
I hope this isn't a testament to my mechanical ability, but I hope even more that it's not a brilliant reflection of my inherently troubled mindset of distraction and incompleteness.
Yes, I'm sure that's more likely the case here.
Damn.
And to compound things even further, I've likely typed on these pages the desire and the gumption to start working on it again soon and waiting on some money and blah blah. See, you know it's bad now when I'm even putting myself down and calling out my own bad self for it's lack of discipline. For shame, for shame.
Anyway, the holidays are over, the parties are, too. The self-reflective solo drive to Past Land has happened, so really I have little left in the excuses department to throw at this bike. So instead, I shall throw some elbow grease and actual grease, too, and re-visit the aforementioned project with some renewed sense of 'get 'er done already would ya'.
It's what Jesus would do. Though He would more than likely just wave a hand or use the force or some semblance of Heavenly "I can fix this" influence and suddenly that thing would roar to life better than ever before. So, as any self-respecting Christian man would do, I will endeavor to become more Christ-like... and get her done already.
Heaven's waiting, for Pete's sake.
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