Why am I up?

Late night 7-11 trips

'66 302 mustang! Holy shit, interior is sick.

Can't fucking wait.

May 15th.

No worries

A good start to my impromptu vacation.

Trouble comes in threes

I could write a country song about this week.

Living life

Electrics are fucked in ov. Killer Monday.

Running on fumes

Just coasted into the gas station after restarting the bike several times. Tank was bone dry. Feeling lucky. Good thing I remembered I needed gas or this could be an entirely different post.