August.

Well. Let us see here. I did general maintenance on my harley this morning at about six A.m. essentially just airing up a tire, and filling the trans full of 60 weight.

The moment of truth.

I threw on my trusty Vans Sk8 Hi(I'm not looking for an endorsement, just a free pair of sneakers maybe) shoes, and went ridin'.

I shifted into first with a resounding clunk, let the clutch out. Vroom. I was off.

It was rapping pretty good when I shifted into second, and then third, and I got it into fourth. A few hot laps around my edition gave me the confidence I needed to throw the primary and derby covers on. Oh, and zip tie my tag on. hahah, zip ties.

I went to go get gas and ride home, and I did, and all went well. My bike runs! My bike rides!

Now, lets go on to me. I think I'm sick, or I've got serious allergies. I'm not too excited about this.

We'll, I'll probably be posting pretty much everyday on this thing as I listen to the new Best Coast record (tomorrows post) and read "Eating the Dinosaur" by klosterman (I'll keep you guys posted on this.)

Anyway, thanks for readin'.