Monon Trail

is mostly a curse but today, I came up. 3 people came to chat in just over an hour of open garage time. One dude with a 350 all cafe-racered-out but in California. Good for you bub. The next guy wants me to fix up a cb750 that he hasn't even purchased yet. Sorry bub, no 4 poppers. Then, when tool cleanup is almost finished I get two dudes on bicycles who say they will pay me to fix their mountain bikes. I don't do bikes....I told him I can try to help but I don't need money. 30 seconds and a 5mm allen wrench later, he and his friend are on their merry way and he demands I go buy dinner with this crispy fiver. Oh well. I took it. Hustlin' on the Monon. If I ever get fired, that is what I'm going to do.