There in the dark, pieces scattered around the garage, what was to be a project for my husband. He never managed to find the time or the desire to start the project once it was taken apart. Aged, no longer used, the parts rusted with time. Tires in different corners of the garage, fenders hanging on the wall, the motor removed from the frame….. I went through the boxes and found as much as I could to bring some sort of vision together for my weekend adventure. It was early morning when I started and by the end of the day there before me sat a ’56 or ’57 Francis Barnett motorcycle, (I’ll have to check the serial number for the exact year). I’m sure I could hear the bike breathing, sighing, relieved that someone remembered she was there. I looked out in the garage before I went to bed, and you know I almost felt like she was smiling at me, thanking me for bringing her parts back together that had been lost. I know just how she feels, because in a way she did the same thing for me yesterday.