That one time I liked a motorcycle.
My husband is what I lovingly call a 'motorcycle hoarder'. I honestly couldn’t tell you what’s out in his workshop right now or what he’s building in there (have you heard that awful Tom Waits song?).
I’ve gotten to the point where I just don’t ask questions. Honestly, I can’t really complain about a hobby that keeps him close to home and isn’t very expensive. I have to admit that I don't really like motorcycles. They're loud, I have no where to put all my receipts, you can't drive them in the rain, the list goes on. So imagine my shock when he came home with this bike and the first words out of my mouth were “this bike is perfect, don’t cut it apart!" Thankfully he’s been able to resist altering this motorcycle so far.
I thought we should document it’s existence just in case the day comes that I find it’s in pieces.