Finally, something to do. Well, something other than oil changes and sitting on the phone with the storage place that was supposed to deliver my bike a month ago. Finally got that at least. Paint was a little scuffed, needed the fuel lines cleared out, but she’s in about the condition I left her in.
As for real work, that big scary one percenter gang that I ran into, happens to either be not that scary, or I just got lucky. One of them sideswiped something, broke a headlight and scuffed the paint, and wanted the exhaust replaced, which will be a nice bit of cash. Parts have been ordered, and I get to figure out just how long it takes to replace exhaust on a chopper.
Oh, and I lost my meds again. Well, I lost them a few days ago, passed out yesterday, and it’s at least a week until I can get more. It really doesn’t seem fair that the medicine to treat something that makes you forgetful is a highly controlled substance that everyone cares a whole lot about if you lose. I bet it’s going to turn up in a few months, in some weird corner of the shop.