Tinker, fiddle, wrench, cuss, fiddle, tinker, vroom! We fussed with the new toy this weekend. I should explain that in our household "we" means Ron. We didn't burn down the garage when we powered it up. (I always picture explosions when we have some "project" happening in the garage that includes combustible liquids.) I'm not sure why, we haven't lost a garage yet.
The itty-bitty, CB 200T is a runner. Bobskoot if you need a spare ride when in Oregon, your chariot awaits! I don't think I'd try to cross any mountains on it though.
So, here it is in it's rawest, uncut format: my pitiful attempt at video (please hold your applause until the end). I don't know why all the plants are purple. Pretend they're green. Sing some Foghat while you watch. It'll set the mood. Slow ride...take it easy...