Being in the eye of the storm
- timnealey
- Jul 21, 2015
- 1 min read
Ride when you can. Had gotten the front head back together and gave her a nice rattle can once over. She looked so beautiful. A beautiful Brapppppppppppp! That rap only old iron can make. Cruising with the radio turned up. Stands out loud proud. Was it a dream. Was it finally working? Was it finnally a runner?!? She ran on out took me though the day into the night. Started to show some power. Quick lil bike.
Now I don't baby a bike. I will not. I will throw it through its paces. Rely on the engine & gears before ever go near brake. Could feel the difference she felt strong more reliable responce. A fullness in the detination the resounding sound out the pipes. Irrenitible feeling when go through something like this and for it to just click solid in the knowledge went through all of it piece by piece.
For some miles
are
Magic
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