The Story of My Bike

A few nights back a buddy, Goobert Ugebun, and myself decided to go on a late night cruise.  After some shenanigans and riding through town I started back up the hill by my house and opened my throttle all the way, good fun.  The engine vibrated off my exhaust pipe, causing me to lose the ground on my CDI box, therefore making my kill-switch dysfunctional.  The next day, re-attaching the exhaust and ground, I went to align my back tire through a greasy struggle; I got it perfectly straight and went to jump on the bike.

 Back. Tire. Seizes.

No idea why.

 Days pass with many hours of adjusting the chain, checking the clutch, taking the wheel off, adjusting the bearings, removing the coaster brake.  Working on the ins and outs until the point of exhaustion in this scenario I then drunkenly fell asleep next to the bike in the middle of my empty dining room.  At least I woke up this morning to clean the grease off my back axle to realize that the coaster brake cracked the hub when I tried to stop the other day.  I need a new back rim, a regular padded squeeze brake, a pull start, foot pegs; the manual chain, sprocket, pedals and crank removed, and a job.  No fairy tale ending here, not yet anyway. 

Determination.  

Thanks for wasting your time reading this.  

Wish me luck.