And that was as far as the rebuild went.
- The Ducati was stripped and crated, many parts bought, also crated.
- Bought a ridiculously over-the-top ute to carry all my parts around in but never put anything in the back.
- The scooter was resurrected. Nothing like the stink of two-stroke in the morning. I'm fast but I'm fat.
- Bought another bicycle to ride to work. Didn't lose any weight.
- I'm an old man. Sold the twelve second ute.
- Bought a 1962 850 mini. Quarter mile in around three weeks.
- Went trekking in Nepal. Something everyone should do at least once. Everest is huge!
- Fell in love with Royal Enfields. They're everywhere in Nepal.
- Sold the scooter.
So, as I looked around the workshop the other day, the boss whispers in my ear that maybe now is a good time to sort out that crate of parts still sitting on the top shelf of the racking. Normally I would dismiss his ideas as the ravings of a madman but as my son recently acquired his own motorcycle licence, I immediately claimed the idea as my own and stated planning to join Junior on the road.
Which kind of brings me up to date. I did actually do some work on the ginger bitch: The frame and hubs were painted and I started lacing the wheels but not much more has been done. What I should do is bolt it all together and see if it goes. Ignore the looks, get it legal, and worry about the rest later. Yeah, that's what I'll do.
Maybe after I've fixed the brakes on the mini. And the laundry needs painting. And then there's my other hobbies...