2005-04-19 Sunday I went to a motorcycle-fixing party at Amy's. Pete had bought an old Honda 350 a few years ago and just left it in a friend's garage. This past week, Amy decided that one of her projects this summer would be fixing it up and learning how to ride it. Of course, she doesn't have any sort of firsthand experience fixing stuff, so she invited a bunch of friends over and we all made pizzas and chicken and monkied around with the bike. Okay, I got there late, so I mostly ate and offered bad sugestions. Pictured is Amy, looking like the mouse who hopes to be riding her motorcycle soon. We needed to rebuild the front brake caliper, put a new gasket on the right carburator and do some other routine stuff. That's the brake caliper, which was a major hassle and didn't totally get done. Amy lives with her brother, Greg, and we were working in his garage. I don't know what happened to their lawn, but Amy only got a single tulip to grow this spring. Who knew that a small little bike would need that many spark plugs? Actually, most of those look pretty old. I don't really remember where they came from As it grew dark, we reassembled the bike only to find that we had knocked something loose. The starter wasn't firing, and kickstarting the bike revealed that the spark plugs weren't firing, for whatever stupid reason. We decided to reconvene sometime this weekend and went inside to play cards. << src | dest >> p.s. Images broken? Tell me the date and I'll fix them, sry.