The Dreadnought woke up for awhile yesterday...trust me, you don't want your kids anywhere NEAR this playhouse...but an old fart might find it perfectly agreeable...
My motorcycle sleeps the winter away in the garden shed. It was -6 C yesterday so I figured I would go and prod The Dreadnought and see if I could wake him from his hibernation. He burped and farted and cranked a little longer than usual ... but then caught and rewarded me with that loving rumble that only a V Twin can provide.
Houston, we are GO for lift off!
I love the Garden shed. It's the perfect hangar for my heavy metal war machine. This year I am going to put a folding camp cot in there so that after I'm done mowing the lawn and doing my chores I can just go in there and flop out in the shade and saw some logs. If I can scam one off e-bay or kijiji I should put a beer fridge in there as well...
The conspiracy continues apace.
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