So... None of you know this (of course you don't; why would you?), but last June I wrecked my motorcycle. The fourth worst day of my life, for sure. I escaped with a couple of messed up ankles, a scraped knee and a new respect for my leather jacket. My passenger had to be hospitalized for the same injuries on a worse scale, but she survived and recovered just fine... our budding relationship did not. It died out after that.
My poor, beautiful motorcycle... my favorite thing in the whole world was not so lucky. Apparently, the left side of motorcycles is not designed to meet the road at a high rate of speed. Who knew?
The crankcase was broken, among things.
So I rebuilt it. Took almost a year to gather the funds and parts, but I did it. In the basement of my barracks building, I rebuilt my 2300CC Triumph engine.
And now I can ride again... Which is my favorite thing. In fact, the only thing that feels better is awesome sex.
My poor, beautiful motorcycle... my favorite thing in the whole world was not so lucky. Apparently, the left side of motorcycles is not designed to meet the road at a high rate of speed. Who knew?
The crankcase was broken, among things.
So I rebuilt it. Took almost a year to gather the funds and parts, but I did it. In the basement of my barracks building, I rebuilt my 2300CC Triumph engine.
And now I can ride again... Which is my favorite thing. In fact, the only thing that feels better is awesome sex.