Naaah. Shit was getting twitchy towards the end. The Benelli decided to pull its whole "I'm italian and I have electrical problems" thing about two days before we were done and that encouraged me to give it a rest until I can rip the front off and waterproof the dash. And drivers around here have been extra-special bad lately. You know how sometimes you can sort of feel seriously bad shit about to come down? That was September. Fortunately for me, none of that bad shit came down on me. Unfortunately for my buddy Joe, he got squeezed between a Lexus and an Audi at what he thought was 35. Turns out it was 65. He ended up with stitches and PT and a totaled Buell XB-12R rat bike.

Nothing says "grabby front brakes" quite like Erik Buell and his amazing inverted rotors... We tried that design on a Formula SAE car and discovered exactly why nobody does it like that. As did my buddy, at 65mph, on the 101, staring into the face of a bunch of shredded skin.

The bike is going in the back of a moving van. Then it's going into a garage where I can get on it fer realsies, where my tools will be two steps away, rather than five flights of stairs.

I'm so eager not to have the trunk of my car function as my toolbox.