I Hate Waiting
I Hate Waiting: a poem by me motherfucker.
Got lots of plans,
places to be,
projects to start,
parts to fab.
Got no cash flow.
I hate waiting.
I Hate Waiting: a poem by me motherfucker.
Got lots of plans,
places to be,
projects to start,
parts to fab.
Got no cash flow.
I hate waiting.
It’s been so nice out these last few days! I went out to the garage over lunch and started screwing around with some round bar. A cut here; a bend there and I’m thinking I might have some new sissy bar plans. Nothing too fancy. Just a little something to strap some shit down every now and again. I’m thinking some heavier gauge round bar stock a little taller still. Dig it.
Headed out last night to meet up with RL and knock out some ride plans. Ended up hanging indoors waiting for the sun to go down. Eventually it cooled down and we put on some miles, cruised along the mississippi, down grand, up university (almost lost it around 27th where I fishtailed through some loose gravel), and through northeast. RL has a kick ass camera and grabbed a bunch of shots while we held up a Holiday gas station.