You know that feeling. The “oh gods I’ve bitten off more than I can chew” feeling that sets in before you leave for a big motorbike trip? Yeah. That’s where I am. What in the world was I thinking, taking 2.5 months off work and riding around where I don’t even speak the language(s)? Especially when my wrenching skills are sub-par, at best? And how in the world am I supposed to cram about 3 weeks’ worth of work into 5 days?!
Ahh, it’ll all be much, much better once my wheels start rolling a week from today.