VERY OCCASIONALLY, I’LL my motorcycles. Even more occasionally, I’ll make tiny profit on what I paid for them. But I try not to include in that profit calculation just how much has been swallowed up by the bits and pieces I’ve had to buy to put the damn thing on the road again. Even if there is a tiny profit, it is commonly little more than enough for a slap-up feed for one in Wetherspoons. “I’ll have a pint of Leffe Blonde, thank you, barperson, being as how it’s in the meal deal.”
