Saturday was fairly routine. Wake up. Go to Kung Fu. Do miscellaneous things around the house. Chill out for the evening.
One of the things I did around the house was dust off the Sportster, put the new battery in her and take her out for a test ride. I was surprised that she just started right up. The missus said “[she was] not surprised at all. After all, you took a great deal of pride in the amount of effort you put into building her.” That made my ego swell. I almost toppled over. Still, the bike had been sitting untouched for almost 2 years (I know, “BAD OWNER!”, but the RK is sooooooo nice to ride). All her fluids need to be changed out (the brakes were spongy as hell). Her fuel lines need replacing too. In other words, she’ll be fully street ready by next weekend.