“Freedom’s just another word for…”

(“…nothing left to lose.”  – for the 10 people who don’t know Kris Kristofferson’s iconic song).

So, I woke up this morning with an overwhelming urge to jump on my motorcycle and blast down the road.  Destination unknown.  Return? Undecided.  But, you see, I haven’t built it yet.  It’s simply a figment of my fervent imagination.  All bits of unpolished aluminum, black powdercoat, and red leather.  Mere fragments of thought.  Machine sex love thoughts, but thoughts nonetheless.

I really hate and really love this stage of my projects.  It’s when I’ve imagined plenty enough for it to feel real.  That is, be real to me.  But, I haven’t pulled out the welder.  I haven’t bought an engine.  I haven’t stripped the frame.  There is no red leather seat for me to test my position in the saddle.  No grease that I can’t scrub out – but must cut out – of my nails.  I’m caught between wonder and action, creativity and reality, dreaming and awakening.  Ugh….

It’s like porn – but in my head – and starring a 1200 V-Twin instead of Sasha Grey.  As the details unfold, dissatisfaction with inaction grows in my muscle.  A tipping point looms and sweat, spit, muscle and heart will pour into steel, and leather, and copper and chrome.

And then…

…Until then…

…I ride.



  1. Awesome. We had a Triple Speed Triumph, sold it to move out of state. Move got cancelled, and now we’re rideless. 🙁 DEPRESSING. Granted, there’s snow and ice everywhere, so no riding to be had anyway. But, in another month the bikes will be everywhere, and I’ll be sitting on my ass.
    Wish I was a bit more gifted in the building realm, that sounds like a blast! I remember the joy of changing the engine out of my 72 Toyota Landcruiser (to a 350 chevy engine, kept the cruiser tranny). That was awesome! 4bying in it was a riot (though likely not overly healthy for any of our necks/backs etc!).
    Have fun building, and riding!

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