a log of my attempt to revive a motorcycle - for you to read & me to remember...

Jan 5, 2010

Pan - dead

My future with the pan -

As I said, the pan, when totally rebuilt - may perform as a stable motorcycle if all phases aligned. My history with the pan - I'd never be comfortable being more than 30 miles from home if it ran well. I'd likely spend more time fixing than riding. With the pan - my future with motorcycling was not what I sought where I could have this cool, old bike that I'd keep tuned up and road-hardened but rather it was to be shit. I'd not be comfortable on bike rides, going anywhere in Minneapolis, pure shit.

I can't do that. I'm out. The pan stayed in Canby and I hope will stay there forever. If the pan wasn't a family heirloom - I'd sell it to someone else who is comfortable dealing with this shit. So I've sunk almost 1 year & at least $7k into shit and it boils my blood to this day.

Maybe I'm not competent enough to support such a contraption.

Maybe this fits with the theme of my life - always fuck up the first attempt and nail it on the second. Maybe I should have attempted the pan as a second bike..

Lot's of maybe's and I can't even think of an entitlement to the hindsight.

The wife pressures me to sell it. Padre & I came to an agreement that he'd give me some money to adopt the bike - "just name the price" - but that feels like a cop-out; a low and shitty way of getting some money that no one owes me.

To this day - I don't know what's right to be done with the pan. FUCK OLD BIKES.