My Hubby Rocks

I love my Hubby.

There are many, MANY reasons why. But they're not all appropriate for me to expound upon here. Instead, I'll show you one reason.

The last time you saw ScooterBob he looked like this...

Broken. Miscellaneous pieces detached, but, fortunately, most of those bits were saved.

In the post where I shared that pic, I revealed that my Hubby had agreed to make some much-needed repairs. I figured you all might have been a tad worried, so I said, "Have no fear... My Hubby is a magician with wood. After carefully examining the pieces, Hubby said, 'Well, he's not a total loss. I can fix him.'"

And fix him, he did.

Are you ready for the big reveal?

Drum roll, please...

Ready to ride once again.

I knew Hubby would do a good job. He's not a half-assed, "that's good enough" kind of guy. He may not agree that ScooterBob is perfect -- Hubby is his own harshest critic -- but I think dear ole SB looks fabulous.

Am I right?

And now, because I love to tell stories with pictures, I have to share some images I captured of the work in progress. Followed by more "after" shots.

His rear-end was a mess. (Can you hear Bob chuckling?)

The front-end wasn't much better.

Mike at work. 

What the fork? (Couldn't resist!)

How fitting that the new STEERING COLUMN is a kebob skewer.

I was so tickled that Hubby took on this project, I couldn't even
complain about him using my good scissors in the workshop.

He even added some shiny bling. A chrome-like farkle for SB!

Repairs made with loving care.

It did look a bit scary at times, which is why I resisted the very-strong urge to share progress pics with y'all.

Check out the "after" shots.

Refurbished Front-end

Restored Rear-End (The wheel even turns!)

Bling!

Our little friend is whole again.

Right Profile

Left Profile

Mike really does rock, doesn't he?

He hates that I actually called him "ToadPapa" in public. So I changed the original post. I won't do it again. Since Brandy and/or Brad came up with that moniker, which they shared with us during our recent, memorable meet-up in Centralia, Washington, I figured it would be fitting to use it here in at least ONE post.

And now... it's International Female Ride Day, which means it is time to RIDE!