Now I understand why every says owning a motorcycle is like having a girlfriend. They're finicky, picky, and loud. They throw a fit when they don't get their way and they are as jealous as any woman I've met. They need attention and they want your money. One way or another, it'll happen. You'll fall in love and she'll drain you dry. And after she turns on you, and leaves you on the side of the road, you'll be angry for a minute, and even cuss at her. But at the end of the day, and the end of the 3 mile walk uphill in 90 degrees and 90% humidity, you'll forgive her and do anything you can to make her happy again.
Thus is the reason I am broke again.
New seat (custom, with future improvements to come), new battery, fresh oil, fresh gas, fresh brake fluid.
Oh, and 3 rounds of push/walking her home... And yes, it was 90+ this weekend.
Ah but I still love 'er.
And am still ashamedly shopping for parts for my next project for her.
Thus is the reason I am broke again.
New seat (custom, with future improvements to come), new battery, fresh oil, fresh gas, fresh brake fluid.
Oh, and 3 rounds of push/walking her home... And yes, it was 90+ this weekend.
Ah but I still love 'er.
And am still ashamedly shopping for parts for my next project for her.
