The sun rose this morning. Just as it rises every morning. The smoke fled the valley. Serenity. Even the trees were still. I stood in the doorway, taking a deep breath of the temporary fresh air. The sun, just beginning its climb into the blue sky, felt just a little warmer. Just a little. The dog wondered what I was looking at. I took another deep breath, deep enough for my back to crack right between my shoulders. Just a reminder of where my stress manifests itself. The last two weeks (with the exception of one night) have been hell. Just one disappointment after another, one thing after another falling apart, wrecked bike, and no paycheck when I was supposed to have it. I wish I could paint a picture of the clash of emotions waging war inside my head. Like living on the brim of an active volcano. Don't slam the door, it might just erupt.
Turning around a bad situation like mine is not an easy thing to do. Especially when you can't even agree with yourself about how to fix it. I've managed to agree with myself about two things at least. First, is that a change is in order. I'm not sure how big of one, but a change none the less. The second, is that I have discovered my Kryptonites, both red and green. I'm not sure what to make of this, I can be made weak and strong in the same instant. That's a psychotic rambling for another day. For today though, The Harlot is back in her stable.
I've started pulling the old damaged parts off, in preparation for the new parts as they arrive. New headlight, master cylinders, mirrors, foot peg. I even managed to find an original backrest. You know, the one that was never sold in the US? While this may not seem like a big deal, it means I can have a T-Bag, now, which means 1500 mile treks across the country can be a little more comfortable now that I can carry a few more supplies.
Backrest goes here.
These are the things being replaced. I've also got some ideas in mind to upgrade a few things while I'm at it. I think some paint may be slung around, and some fabricating might be in order. When she rolls out of that garage again, she's going to be one mean bitch.
The wind picked up in the afternoon, the smoke came rolling in. I'd like to thank all the forest animals who have lost their homes, for giving us such a blood red sunset. Tomorrow it starts all over.
"She's a dwelling place for demons. She's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird, and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings. Fallen now is Babylon the great." Avenged Sevenfold - The Beast and the Harlot
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