When the cold snap hit a couple of weeks ago, Bob moved his project into the guest room. Even in the indoor warmth, work is going slowly and parts have to be ordered (and waited for).
Today it’s partly cloudy and in the high 60s and Bob’s jonesing pretty badly. To make things worse, every fifteen minutes or so, a bike goes by on the highway coming up that fabulous twisty road from Pickens. It’s hard enough living in Motorcycle Heaven with no bike, but to have one in the spare room in basket-case condition on a fine day for a ride is pure hell.