Welcome to your new home.

So yesterday afternoon, I brought an old member of the family home to stay. That's right, I finally got off my (heavier, post-holiday) ass and picked up the Honda. T was kind enough to let me sully up the back of her Jeep (with leather, even) to get it. Perhaps she didn't realize just how dirty this thing really is. Or maybe she kinda likes me.

No matter, I did make sure to lay out my over shirt to keep any grime from being left in there.



There she is. All nice and cozy in the back. Awww. It just makes me feel like a proud papa. Well, not really. But it is nice to get this near me.



Off to the left is T's hand. She made me promise not to upload any pics of her. I did try to get her to pose on the pile of motorcycle parts for me, but she just wasn't having any of it. Damn.



So I had help getting the pieces of the Honda in the Jeep, but pulled it out solo. T offered to help, but she does have a bad back and anyway, I need to prove that for the extra inches around the waist and my computer job. I am still a M-A-N.

That was not the brightest thing to do, but I never said I was really that sharp anyhow.

CB750 engines are heavy. Very. Heavy.

What's next? Well, I need to get the neck measurements off the neck and see what kind of the neck my frame was made with. I am debating about whether or not I should really bother trying to salvage the girder. It will require a lot of patience and welding and machining. And of course time and money. If I buy something that is in better shape, I may just need money. Plus I still need to get some pipes cut for it and the intake and the wiring and the tires, and, and, and.

Someday it will get finished.