ahh... gotta love custom motorcycles... nothing wants to just bolt together. nothing wants to slip right into where its supposed to go and there's still plenty more to do. if all the planets align, i could be on the road sunday, but that remains to be seen... more likely next weekend. "dying for our dreams" feels more like "starving for our dreams" when you are running to the hardware store on an empty stomach with an empty fridge at home. staying late at the garage cause you HAVE to get that one last task squared away. getting home at midnite to swig off the milk jug and take a few bites of some leftovers before falling out face first. yet we can't get enough of it.
I'm ready for it to be done. I'm ready to ride it already. tired of going to a garage and not leaving on a motorcycle. soon.