Burning metal. Everything smells like burning metal. I have found a toy that keeps my attention. I have not yet even finished unwrapping it. but the thoughts of it's intended use are good. Every night I blow black boogers and wake up jolted from a dream of tig welds that seem to keep shocking me. Is this the seed that leads to shock therapy. Is this just a destiny. Life with motorcycles. If you build it, they will come. Like a ravenous wild cat.
Motorcyle jesus says; repent, your sins will be forgiven. Yea yea yea, i am going riding... as soon as I learn how to weld.
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Keep on rockin! Remember we are all beautiful and fast like hell :)
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