Good morning. Stan.
Tuesday night I got drunk and found a tiny kitten in the bushes at like 2 am.
Of course I brought him in. Got to sleep around 3:30.
Wed (my day off) I woke up with intentions of working on my bike, however, the kitten had different plans. My dog keeps picking the little thing up and carrying him around the house. the kitten gets so tired I have to seperate them so it can sleep. My dog just won't quit.
Around 11:30 my hair girl came over and chopped a ton of it off and dyed it. Much better.
Couple kids came over and we went for a ride. My ignition swith is cracked, so, from time to time if my launch is jerky, it just shuts the bike off. All the guys get ahead and i'm just putting along laughing I see 3 heads turn around and I just wave.
Then it decided to rain. I had a microfiber towel with me that I was sitting on to keep the bolt in the battery box from jabbing me, Used that to keep drying my face and handlebar grips. Not fun.
Got home and the bike shut off again, ben gave me a push into the garage after the ignition switch bit me
. get into the garage, hand slips off the grip, foot slips on the ground and SNAP, there goes my bar end mirror. Oh well. The mirror was cheap and I made it home in one, wet, #$%*y, skunk stripey, curly-headed piece.
I also was given a plant. I named it Skwisgaar.