It's nice outside here in Chicago. It's never going to be cold ever again, right? Right? Right. It's motorcycle riding weather but my building manager,who has a motorcycle repair shop in the garage behind my building, keeps telling me "next week for sure" when I ask if he's put in my new battery and changed the oil. It's pretty funny how much he's been putting it off. He's use to working on big Harley's. Maybe he turned my little Honda into a lamp? Anyway, he better get on it because I'm almost done making the ramp to jump the shark. And to everyone who is asking why I don't do the work myself, I say, Ayyyyyyyyyy, sit on it, Potsie.

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