extra fingered cat
But the figurative monkey
could be the snow storms
or my lack of motivation
or maybe my general laziness.
All I know is I'm surrounded by bikes
in various states of dis-assembly.
The motivation to get out and ride
is not helped by the blankets
of slippery stuff outside.
I must be part bear
since hibernation seems so logical.
The daydreams that help pass time
used to be filled with parts lists,
road trip plans,
and race dates.
Now that time has been hijacked
by schemes to build a motorcycle,
while I grow my ass in front of the
The Fat Bastard had sat patiently
at the shop, waiting for the decisive
ride to determine where to cut the
The Beer Buddy lays scattered across
the work bench. The hardest part still
not completed: picking out the color.