Kudos to you for making something out of nothing!
I wouldn't have considered that crusty pile in the "before" picture even worth the effort to part out.
If it weren't my dead uncles old bike.
I'd been wanting to ride the thing since I was ten.
So it unfolds;The story of a young cowboy, growing up doing chores next to a neglected old motorcycle.
Weeks of stacking firewood every summer. Staring at this machine while bucking hay bales in the barn.
Sometimes, he thought he could hear it whimper.
A wounded animal, locked in a stable. Unable to run free, let alone move on its own.
Our young cowboy grew up. Learned the ropes from the old farm hands.
Then one cold February morning, our cowboy decided it was time to bring the beast out of its cage.
It took a team of every cowhand the boy knew to break this animal. To heal the damage caused by neglect.
The animal put up a fight. Stubborn and forlorn. Pitching fits and bucking throughout the process.
But with time, patience, and perseverance;
This cowboy broke the pony.
