So I printed out a copy of my Bill of Sale and decided I was going to get my bike out on the street. I figured if I got stopped for no plate I could probably talk my way out of it as long as I wasn't violating any other laws.
I had on my helmet, my leather jacket, my gloves and my boots. I needed to see how the bike felt in cold air with all my 'stuff' on - I had tried riding with only my glasses and my eyes teared wildly - that was yesterday. Today? No problem. The shield on the helmet protected my eyes and my gloves did what they were meant to do; they kept my hands warm. And the bike hit 70 before I really realized it. And there was still room in the throttle.
This weekend I'm going to replace all the Chinese fluids that came in the scooter - engine oil, gear oil and coolant. I should have plates by Tuesday, and as soon as I do I'm going to start riding to work, so I need to get the scoot ready as soon as I can.
And yes, I called it a 'scoot'.
I have begun an undertaking that needs to be done - and soon. Our garage is very cluttered, and if I'm going to fix and repair bicycles in that garage, I have to get it in order - starting with my tools. I have to sort my toolchest - I had no idea I had so many wrenches. And socket sets. And screwdriver sets - which, it seems, I can never find when I need one.
I recorded myself, yesterday, reciting my piece for Listen To Your Mother. I'm so glad I did. I sound like I have a mouthful of peanut butter. I need to work on diction. Badly. I will not allow myself to give an amateurish performance.