The motorcycles. Take a seat on the rolling stool, and I'll slap any bike on the rack and do anything to it. No problem at all. I'll rebuild motors, grease triple trees, mount tires. No problem.
Laying on the gravel, on a slope, rust in my eyes, losing sockets in the dirt, throwing thousands at something only for it not to be the case. I think I'm over it. I ordered a radio for the Grand Vitara. I'll knock that out. Sit in the driver's seat and plug in a few wires. Sure. But this whole chasing problems, I think I'm finished.