A little mud on the tires

This is my 89 gmc jimmy. Its a tough little truck no matter what anyone says. I have had more fun in this truck than any other vehicle I have ever owned. Even now that it has been beat on it still takes a lickin and keeps on ticking. Its still going strong today even after sinking it in mud and water, and ramping it through the air like it had wings. I've already done so much work to it that its almost a new truck today. The only thing to do next is redo the body that is rusting out. Its not all the pretty blue that it was (about the color of the blue car behind it) but I kind of like primer gray. A little by little some day I will have it looking new again.

Just as a side note it took forever to get all the mud off of it and out of the inside. I had to strip every thing out of it including the carpet. Some people think I'm crazy for keeping it but I have done so much work to it I cant bare to think of ever getting rid of it. If I spent half the time on my past relationships as I have on fixing this thing then I probally would be married right now. But at the time being I am happy with my jimmy. Though I know this jimmy is a she because she acts just like a woman. Costing me a fortune to keep her happy, never seems I get all the jobs done that she wants me to do, and the moment I get comfortably she has to bring up the past and throws a fit.

Winter

I seen this on another site and just had to put it on here

Getting started

Ok I'm just getting this blog going so how about a little about myself. I live in a small town in Michigan. I just bought my first bike back in 11/2003. A black 1982 Yamaha Vision. Well if you want to say bought, I traded a buddy of mine my playstation2 and six games for it. I fell in love with the bike, it just looks like what a motorcycle is supposed to look like. I love the looks of a naked bike don't care much for the looks of fairing.

When I got it, the battery was junk and the clutch cable was froze up. My buddy brought over a clutch cable that was supposed to come off another vision that he had, but it didn't fit exactly. After a little careful trimming of the outer cable cover I made it work. Once it warmed up a little, about April, I got it legal and was off and ridding. The battery wouldn't hold a charge so I had to carry my jumper box around with me strapped to the back of the bike. It was my only wheels for the time because I couldn't figure out what was wrong with my truck. But that's another story all together.

It was fall before I got a new battery and I repainted the tank a bright red. The tank was all faded and streaked when I got it. My buddy had just used a spray can and painted it black and every little drop of gas left an ugly streak down the side. So when he repainted his bike after laying it down, I painted my tank as well. I still need to buff the clear coat and spray the sides but it looks a hell of a lot better than it did when I got it.

I've still got a little work to do to it yet to make it perfect but it is a labor of love and I enjoy riding something that I know is running because of me.