The bike and I

So I bought a motorcycle. Most people who know me will probably say "what?!". Most people who really know me will say "OK, that fits". My dad's a gear-head, his brother was, and I bet my little brother thinks I am pretty cool right now. Yep, it fits. So here's the kicker, I bought a bike that needs work. It's beautiful; totally vintage, candy-green with white stripes, exactly what I wanted. But I know absolutely squat about motorcycles. Which is sort of funny. But I also get totally frantic when I don't know how something works, and then I figure it out. It's really quite simple. And bikes are easy, right? You're laughing aren't you. It's OK. This blog will be the testament to this journey, and we'll see if I can't get this puppy on the road before summer is over. Later.