Since we've hit a snag with the delivery of some essential items for the Sportster's overhaul, I decided to put that bike back in storage while we work on other projects.
To begin with, we have a fun and interesting task to complete, as we attempt to build two Gilera 150 5V Autostrada, out of what is basically one complete bike and two halves in various crates.
This exercise has already yielded some surprises: we are learning all kinds of details about the MkI and MkII versions of these small lightweight bikes. By the time we're done, we should have a complete MkI (in crates) and a MkII "special" of some kind, ready to ride. We have to donate some components from the "red" bike to the MkI pile, and use other MkII parts that are currently in the crates to replace what the "red" bike will lose. Sounds completely naff, but there is some logic behind all this.
As we plot our moves and try to figure out what will go where, the weather quickly takes a turn for the worse so I run outside to look for myself.
Thunder cracks violently overhead, amidst the chaos of swirling lead-colored clouds, a flurry of dead leaves blown across the scene by howling winds, and squawking pitch-black ravens. The dark outline of the cypress trees in the background makes the Monolith appear as a black cathedral. More thunder, lightning, and an ominous rumble from deep underground; the limestone slabs glide open and the Rising Star emerges.
I guess it's time I took care of this too...
