Nice. Beer and truck work always goes good together. Motorcycles too. And speaking of which, I decided I really did need to get something useful done tonight so I replaced the gas tank bushings on the bike.
Gentlemen, I present a 1968 Hodaka Ace 100. Although I had ridden motorcycles before, this was the bike I really learned to ride on. I just finished a year long frame-up rebuild. Yes, I still need to polish the tank.
Go ahead and PM me that address. First, reread my OP though. To fulfill the "ass" part of the evening, I'll have a case of KY, strap-ons, and a lifetime subscription to Playgirl sent over... COD.
I was in a similar situation a few years ago. I was coming back from overseas and hadn't had a drink in a loong time. I got into Dulles so late, I had to stay the night before catching the next flight. I went down to the hotel bar and there was two guys arguing about Iraq/Afghanistan. After they left, the bartender made a comment about uninformed people with "expert" opinions. I agreed, and made a comment about my experiences in the ME. After that, I had a bottomless highball of Maker's Mark in front of me. I f**king destroyed that hotel bathroom. The flight out the next day was *rough.*






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