New Year's revulsion

A while back I posted about the disease alot of us have. The acquiring too many projects disease. It comes in many forms-for some it's cars, for others it's guitars, for me it's anything with two wheels. While I've resisted the temptation to inquire about the shitted up sportbike, I did see my buddy Bug on New Years and asked about the 650 Yamaha he had. It's sold. I could have had it for almost nothing. It's probably a good thing it's gone. This brings me to my New Year's resolution. I think New Year's resolutions are pretty much a waste of time. If you need to lose weight or quit drinking or masturbating or whatever why wait? Just do it. That being said, I rarely make resolutions based on a calendar. I am a firm believer in setting the bar low and just keep jumpin over it. Setting a deadline or a goal-fabulous. Setting a time to start-stupid. As usual, I digress. Around the corner from my house is another house-go figure. In the driveway is a Harley Ferguson bagger. I don't know my Hardley models real well but I think it's an FLH. The poor beast has been sitting outside uncovered (I'm near Chicago, mind you) in all the elements for quite sometime. In front of the garage. I pass this thing twice a day on my way to and from work. I can see that the garage is empty enough to pull the bike inside but it sits alone outside rusting. What a shame. Every time the wife and I are together in the car I bitch about how can someone leave a perfectly nice, albeit ugly and huge, motorcycle sitting outside to rot? In the last week or two a tarp was draped over it and the wind blew it off within hours. No attempt was made to re-tarp it. Before X-mas there was 6" of snow on it. My resolution is to stop bitching about that bike, at least temporarily, and go see what the deal is. Ironicaly, Gymi posted something about perfectly good mototrcycles being left outside to die also. Not much of a resolution, but like I said, I think they are stupid for the most part anyway. I think the worst that can happen is the guy will tell me to go have sex with myself. What will probably happen is he will say, "I'm gonna work on it this summer" or "My kid's supposed to get it runnin". Same old shit we've all heard before. It will sit there until all the chrome is junk and the rings have become one with the cylinders. I'm gonna try and get over there this week. I'll keep you all posted.