playing kid songs for probably the past hour, Slink knew but he also didn’t seem to care. Both Steve and Slink refused to catch a sneak peek at what was happening on my end, I was honored by their blind faith, but if I was going the wrong way, it was too late now. About three quarters through my project Sarah, Steve’s wife, and Slink’s daughter showed up and gave me her approval. She was dropping off her 46 Knuckle frame she’d had repaired at 47 Industries. She aims to have a Flathead in it and ready to race by 2019’s Race of Gentlemen. This, by all definitions is a motorcycle family. With Sarah’s stamp of approval, I allowed myself to finish up with without lingering doubt, at this point if Steve didn’t approve I could just throw his wife under the bus with me (yeah, I’m that guy). There were no worries, in the end, Steve was either overjoyed, drunk or a phenomenal liar. I set out to not stand out, and the bike kept its class. I think it is absolutely necessary to spend time breathing in the dust of a garage, taking in stories, and creating. Maybe I just forgot being caught up in my own little world. Steve said that he couldn’t thank me enough, but in the end, I should be thanking them.
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