Me, Myself and My Honda
It didn't take as long as I thought. Turning into my old self again that is.
And to compensate for my lazy weeks in Sweden I increased my daily excersise to a 50 minute jogging. I must have had that ability all along, just didnt realize it.
SO now me and Nik go together to the beach after work. Cause I can finallly keep up with him. Makes me proud of myself. So I'm ready for summer 2009!
Also decided to pray and wish for the old bugger in heaven to be on my side today, that the old Honda would start after 2 months of idleness. I almost had bad conscience for the old thing! The Exhaust pipe, which I changed in October, has aged like an old woman that spend too many hours in the sun. Gathering rustcolored freckles. The cool and retro leather seat coat which covered up the ripped cushion has been abducted by the strong december winds or some stray hound.
What a downgrading of a fabolous machine.
And I am responsible.
However, whatever powers where on my side, (wasnt horsepowers) they decided that the Honda havent seen its last days just yet. Five minutes of constant kicking until I thought the kick it self would come loose, it started with a pleasant sound. A rusty morning voice that soon turned into a familiar engine spin.
Checked for gas, half tank. ANd off I went on my pimpy ride!
And to compensate for my lazy weeks in Sweden I increased my daily excersise to a 50 minute jogging. I must have had that ability all along, just didnt realize it.
SO now me and Nik go together to the beach after work. Cause I can finallly keep up with him. Makes me proud of myself. So I'm ready for summer 2009!
Also decided to pray and wish for the old bugger in heaven to be on my side today, that the old Honda would start after 2 months of idleness. I almost had bad conscience for the old thing! The Exhaust pipe, which I changed in October, has aged like an old woman that spend too many hours in the sun. Gathering rustcolored freckles. The cool and retro leather seat coat which covered up the ripped cushion has been abducted by the strong december winds or some stray hound.
What a downgrading of a fabolous machine.
And I am responsible.
However, whatever powers where on my side, (wasnt horsepowers) they decided that the Honda havent seen its last days just yet. Five minutes of constant kicking until I thought the kick it self would come loose, it started with a pleasant sound. A rusty morning voice that soon turned into a familiar engine spin.
Checked for gas, half tank. ANd off I went on my pimpy ride!
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