Tonight's restoration work

I stopped at Home Depot on the way home from work today to pick up supplies-- shop towels, a bunch of WD-40, gloves, what should be a lifetime supply of extra super mondo fine steel wool but will likely only last a few weeks, and a container to keep all the crap in.  Total outlay:  $40.  I bought expensive gloves, OK?

I jumped a little bit when I got home:  "Holy (@#*$, there's a motorcycle in my loft!"

My plan was to start cleaning her up, but the more I contemplated the problem, the more intimidated I got.  Where to start?  What to do?  Should I get a bucket and start scrubbing?  Take her outside and hose some of the grunge off of her?  (Do I even own a hose?)

Eventually, I unfroze my brain enough to go get a dustpan and brush and start knocking off some of the mud, grass, cobwebs, and spiders that had accumulated over the last decade.  I followed it with a wet, soapy cloth on the seat and some of the painted bits.  The tank is surprisingly shiny!

The enormity of the task I've taken on has just hit me, and it's paired with the realization that I have no idea in hell what I'm doing.  I have no plan, nor even any clue how to set about making one.  For now, I think I'll just spend ten minutes a day attacking whatever bit strikes my fancy at that moment, until such time as my brain can actually wrap itself around the idea of chopping this into bite-sized pieces.

She is well and truly an old bike-- she leaks oil.  Almost all of the it has been drained, but there was still a tiny puddle when I got home.

I concluded this evening's festivities by sitting on her and making vroom-vroom noises.

I think it's time to go to bed with a book.