"That's all the motorcycle is, a system of concepts worked out in steel. There's no part in it, no shape in it, that is not out of someone's mind." --Robert M. Pirsig

It moves when I use my feet.
So for Christmas I acquired a motorcycle... I am a computer nerd with a long love of sci-fy and a new found love of graphic novels. I am a game player who has been on one video game system or another since Pong was eating cathode ray tube TVs. I love to take things apart and try to put them back together, but I have never learned to turn a wrench on anything other than to adjust the brakes on my 10 speed Raleigh Technium 440 in high school.

When I moved from the city to the country in '99 I had never started a generator nor run a chain saw. My dad's lawn mower and weed whacker were the only small engines I had ever used and had no clue how to service them. I joined a fire department after 9/11/01—where we use a lot of motorized tools—and had to explain how I could be so experienced at cleaning up a hacked computer but didn't understand what a choke was. It's been a steep learning curve. And so in December 2015 I acquired a 1974 Honda CB360 (and a partner CB350 in parts, for parts) motorcycle that has been sitting in a garage for over a decade. God knows how long it has been since it actually ran. I'm told this is what people call a "project bike". This is our story...

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