I’m going crazy. I need to ride a motorcycle. That, OR if i can get a six flags trip in the next few days… That would suffice for my need of a thrill and speed. Maybe after next paycheck.
“what’s up?”.. If I had psychiatrist, I would want them to ask me that question. It would make me so happy. And this is what I would say:
I want to do a lot of things. I want to build that Maico. I need to build that CT-90. get that going. I want to take a lot of pictures. I need to take a lot of pictures. I need bikes. I need to ride. I gotta call Dad. I want my bike running so badly. Time. money. It all sucks. Patience is killing me right now. Can it pay off this time? I want my bike to be a
TURN KEY BADASS.
Need some help getting some things done. Motor work. Custom goods. Biltwell. Going to the LB Swap meet on Sunday. Going to be there with the wagon selling tees, trying to beat the system.. (instead of buying a vendor spot). Haven’t been in a year or more, so I’m anxious to get out there and indulge in the Long Beach sun rays.
Well, see ya’ll there! Here’s a picture to end the night’s vent:
Handlebar stache and all.