So, the thing is this. I have no way to read into the future, I sometimes wonder about tomorrow as a far off adventure that ...fuck it.
This bike has sat just as it is in the picture since early December and it is pissing me off. I have to look at selling a kidney just to get some greenbacks to get even a decent cylinder set. What the fuck does a guy have to do to get to a ride? Kneecapping isn't an option at the rates I charge...
Does anyone else notice the clutter that has grown up like so much moss in an unmolested forest? Yeah, that's what jumps out at me too. The BSA is having to live with the rest of the world. No escape, no rest. Just weary and pushed around.
I'd love to kick the shit out of the guy who lost the cylinder.
K, rant done. Now I need to clean and move the rest of the world away...light some incense, pour a cup of coffee, Whiskey, and cream. The next pic will be cleaner.
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