The musings of a cantankerous over the hill greasemonkey who, though already old, is rather old for his age. I'll bust greasy knuckles out in the garage or argue politics with anyone who will stand for it....

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Read a passage today that I think I have written in my own mind or maybe told this story after a few beers to people that probably didn't want to hear it. It's amazing how insightful we think people are when they think like us...

"Every machine has its own, unique personality which probably could be defined as the intuitive sum total of everything you know and feel about it. This personality constantly changes, usually for the worse, but sometimes surprisingly for the better, and it is this personality that is the real object of motorcycle maintenance. The new ones start out as good-looking strangers and, depending on how they are treated, degenerate rapidly into bad-acting grouches or even cripples, or else turn into good-natured, long-lasting friends."

~Robert Pirsig

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