It's been sitting for 25 years... during which I bought two more bikes, a 2004 Yamaha FZ1 and a 2015 Ducati Diavel. Don't ask me why. Apparently owning an excess of bikes is my penance for... some past sin.

So true. But I'm hoping that the need to resurrect the dead will propel me into discovering a whole other side to living with mechanized transport. Riding is certainly rewarding (and challenging) but wrenching is another dimension entirely. I'm hoping that, by letting my steed devolve into a basket case that needs emergency surgery to survive, I'll finally get motivated enough to learn the surgical techniques needed to bring it back to life, and that will reveal the secrets of life itself. Or at least some insights into what makes a bike tick.