Because I needed another hobby.

My friend Simon left for a sweet job in Australia and due to shipping constraints, left me behind his sweet 1977 R100 BMW motorcycle. Yes, I was feeling like a winner. But, when the spark plug flew out of the cylinder as we tried to adjust the carbs, I got a little nervous. I just did my first "work" on it, rethreading the spark plug. Screwing this job up is...well...bad. So I was a little concerned when I got to this line in the instructions:
"Place expanding tool in insert without turning and hit it several times with a hammer. Do not hit too hard.
uh...here's hoping I didn't hit "too hard".
Snippet of a conversation with my new personal trainer:
PT: We need to have a conversation about what your goals are, what you want to look like, and then I can design a work out for you.
Me: I know what I want to look like, you know that guy from that movie, he's currently on the cover of...
PT: Well, you realize a lot of it comes down to genetics...
to hot Donna, hot even with a mustache...


Need to be more careful on ladders. 19 stitches in my leg, 4 internal 15 surface.
At 6:30 in the morning EVERYONE in Home Depot has a mustache.