Preach it Merle

Time to Move On

The '53 is up for sale. Need to sell it to buy a truck that won't kill me, and to free up funds to finish the '63 Pan.

I hope a 23 year old kid with skinny jeans, a floppy haircut, and a fat insurance check doesn't end up with it. Unless he's the type of kid who enjoys working on bikes more than riding them. Then it'd be cool.

Pajamas help in the creative process

The mosquitos were ruthless

Those pointy nosed fuckers.

Yes

"Daddy, is that a race track?"
Yes.

"Can we drive on it?"

Yes, let's do that.



"Daddy, are those raspberries?"
Yes.
"Can we pick them?"
Yes, let's pick them.

hatetoquitit

It's nice here at the camp.



The kids are having a ball.

I always thought he was the one...

I'd be building a bike with someday. I may be wrong.