I should have known when I saw that Ron had taken the truck that something was afoot.
Actually, I knew another bike was coming home, agreed to it even. We've been wanting a project, and I'm just as culpable in this aquisition. It's a cute little bugger.
Somehow, somewhere we crossed a line. I was given a stern lecture (several times actually) that we only need one motorcycle for each of us. But we crossed that line. You let one in the house, feed it, give it a home and more will turn up on the doorstep...or in the case, driveway.
We actually have two of these little CB200s. The first one we got as a way to learn the mechanics of motorcycles. When we finally dug into it we found the motor was seized. We were going to just part it out. Then someone at work, knew someone else, who had this other one. It has a few issues, but it runs.
I think she would make a cute little cafe racer.
We really gotta quit draggin' home strays.