Quote: Growing up with my Dad it wasn't unusual in any way for me to come home to find a motorcycle or pieces of one in our livingroom. Recently, my husband started storing his bike in our bedroom. Reminds me of the old days.
Welcome to the jungle. Back in my "younger days" I ended up crashing on a freinds couch. He was building a ford 302 in the livinging room. Guess what he used as an alarm clock to rid my drunken ****** from his place. Yep the V8 with headers blasting, scared the crap outta me.
