You know how I mentioned that I was given a motorcycle? Yeah, you can forget about that. I went to my parents’ house to help clean up a tree that was struck by lightning, and my dad told me that he had taken a look at the bike. The news wasn’t good.

He’d only taken a cursory glance at it, but from what he could see, there are the following problems:

  • Clutch: It needs one. Not a new one, mind you, it actually needs a clutch. It simply doesn’t have one.
  • Tires: weather cracked and unsafe to ride on. They may not even hold air pressure long enough for me to take the bike out to have new ones put on. (Hypothetically speaking, anyway. It’s not like the bike is going anywhere.)
  • Electrical: There are random wires sticking out all over the place. I’d need a new wiring harness at least.

And that’s just glancing at the thing. God knows what he’d have come up with if he’d really gone over it.

Assuming that I went to the trouble of paying for and fixing all that, I still have no idea what kind of shape the engine and transmission are in. Basically, for the money that I’d put into restoring this piece of junk (my dad estimated $500), I could buy a newer bike that’s in better shape.

Which means so much for the bike. I can’t afford it anyway.