kirilov

After six weeks I finally got my motorcycle running. Unfortunately, the summer is close to the end. Fortunately, close only counts in horseshoes and handgrenades. I was out most of the night riding around the Pennsylvania countryside visiting friends.

I nearly killed myself three or four times. It was very much fun. A new motorcycle wasn't dangerous enough for me. I got one in bad mechnical condition. See the "dangerous" pic for yourself.

I just thought of something; if this journal goes without being added to for over a week or so you will all know what happened.