the missing magnet

ADHD RSD and a whole alphabet of bullshit

I borrowed my dad’s truck the night we went for it.

The sellers were located just off the highway near the exit.

After a quick test drive and some dickering, we loaded my motorcycle onto the back of the truck then spun away.

The bike was old and came with another wheeless machine - a ‘parts bike’. It was there to cannibalize for parts in order to get the one that I purchased working properly.

Without a license to ride it, my bike promptly found a home in Billy’s living room. Over the next seven weeks we stripped it down to the frame and put it back together.

We likely could have finished sooner but along the way we encountered a problem that took three weeks to fix.

You see, there was a ball bearing inside of a shaft within the shifter and transmission. It needed to come out so the rest of the bike could be torn down. There was an issue, it did not want to move.

Our first tactic was simple - lie the bike on its side and hope that gravity would work. Of course if lying it on its side had be…