Network: Steve Rogers
I'm not about to look a gift motorcycle in the... engine? (I may have lost the gift horse analogy somewhere along the way.) Anyway, I'm not actually upset about getting a call this morning that a bike with my name on the registration was in the garage this morning, especially since the first thing I said to myself as I was waking up was, "Man, I wish I had my bike so I didn't have to get up so early to catch a bus for work."
But this is my bike. The one I had in Washington. In 2014. I haven't seen it since before Project Insight went belly-up in the Potomac.