That Was Terrible. How's This, Then?

My old bike has languished for years and years. The last couple years it's been at the shop where I build Burning Man stuff, have parties, wash my car, and so on. But said shop is going away. So must the bike. I want to sell it. It doesn't run. Nine years ago I let three fifteen year olds rebuild the carburetors. It wasn't running then, and it hasn't run since.

I could part it out. After all this time I don't care what I get for it. It just needs to be gone. And soon. To that end, I need the registration. It's stored in a compartment under the seat.

I lost the key. Can't remove the seat.



Still with my last college parking pass. A pass that expired the week before my oldest son was born. The former fifteen year old who's now twenty four.



It is but one of many things. Must get rid of the things!