Some of you may remember my ill-advised acquisition of a disassembled 1974 Honda CB125 with no title a few months back. I’d never owned a motorcycle, never ridden a motorcycle, didn’t have a motorcycle license, and had no experience working on a motorcycle. Well, today marked the end of that project. Today, I rode it to work. There is something immensely satisfying about enjoying the fruits of ones labors. The trip to work is only 6 or 7 miles, but she handled the trip like a champ. No issues at all, mechanically, and shrugged off the aggravation of rush hour traffic, keeping up with surprising ease for such a small bike. Hopefully there are many, many more trips in her.