This is my third day since I decided to stop drinking to finance Project Gina.

Some people might wonder why I'd take 3 months to build the bike when I can do it in one.

Well when I bought Toblerone the truck, I let him sit in the styrofoam box all shiny and new, rubber tires dirt-virgins, plastic twist-ties still wrapped around his wishbones - for up to about 2 weeks.

I'd go to work and come back and open the box and just look at it. Then the next morning I'd close the box up and go to work. And while I was at work I'd think about what I'd do when I finally opened it.

I just appreciated how new it was and how nice it smelled, and I didn't want to tear apart the wonder of a new toy by spending all of the passion in just one night.


Money is very very hard to come by.

It sounds so much like sex, and in a way it is, isn't it? You're delaying gratification in order to heighten the pleasure and savour every sensation. You want to remember every moment, not just as a sensation, but in every facet, how you felt, what you thought, the places you were in that led up to this moment in time.


That is how I'd do everything if I had the time. And if I'm sober.

Well, I am now. Gina is sitting in the bikeshop in some high corner of the store, all wrapped up in plastic bubbles with my name on it.

That's how long I'm going to stretch it out. I haven't even brought it home yet.