It Begins...

Two fucking years after buying my bamboo flooring, it's actually spending some time somewhere new -- on the floor. My roommates friend and boss came over to help get us started, and all the irritating diddly shit near the fireplace is now finished. From here on out it's mainly organized gruntwork, and when we're done the entire house will feel more open and airy, *and* its value will go up about another $5k. It will also open the door to group-use activities like dancing, yoga, martial arts, and sewing classes. I'm hoping we have the living room finished by the time my Mom gets here on Tuesday.

Ok, ok...

...the R-20 is now *officially* fun again.

After strapping, glueing, and zip-tying on a few more pieces, the only thing really left to fix is the body panel that needs painting (meeting with Amy tomorrow) and re-reinforcing the trunk. After closing everything up and checking things, I took it out from here to Central Market and back again, and it was a total riot. I can't wait to ride it again when the roads are dry, which hasn't been the case since I got it moving again. The ride is a *lot* more solid now, and the front faring no longer scrapes the front wheel, all due to the improved shocks. The bike *seems* to accelerate faster than before, but I haven't ridden it in about five months, so it could just be the infinite contrast between movement and stasis.

Too bad the bike doesn't spend more time in this auto-mobile state.