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The engine was a puzzle box of seized pistons and frozen bolts. I learned patience from a penetrating oil called Kroil, waiting three days for a single nut to surrender. I learned failure when I cracked a brittle rubber boot trying to force it onto a carburetor. I learned quiet triumph at 2 AM when the rebuilt starter motor finally engaged and the engine coughed, then coughed again, then turned over with a sound like a sleeping giant rolling over.

But tonight, I have a garage, a half-tank of stale gas, and an open road. myfreeproject

To the world, it was a 1978 Honda CB750. A rusted, seized, forgotten piece of scrap metal my neighbor had paid me fifty dollars to haul away. To my boss, it was a waste of time I could be spending on overtime. To my girlfriend, it was the reason we hadn't been on a date in six weeks. The engine was a puzzle box of seized