I wonder what those are? BSA's?
As a kid I was fascinated by the older machines and retro feel
and nostalgia. As an old fart, I am
deeply grateful for the modern advancements.
I change the oil on my machine, put gas in it and drive.
We're going to be spending most of the week around -30C I guess. Summer is a long ways away at this time a year. The machines get cranky at these temps too. Big Red is parked in his shed, and snowed right in. I won't see him again until the temps recover.
One of the very few joys of unemployment is that after I check out all the boards and sites - I can go back to bed and hibernate the same way Big Red is doing, with some warm dawgs to snore and fart in my sleep with.
Today I will accept the guilt that comes with such pleasure and deal with it.