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They didn't get it.

I pushed it out of the garage into the November rain. I didn't ride it. I just sat on it, the key in my hand, feeling the cold water run down my face. myfreeproject

The engine was a puzzle box of seized pistons and frozen bolts. I learned patience from a penetrating oil called Kroil, waiting three days for a single nut to surrender. I learned failure when I cracked a brittle rubber boot trying to force it onto a carburetor. I learned quiet triumph at 2 AM when the rebuilt starter motor finally engaged and the engine coughed, then coughed again, then turned over with a sound like a sleeping giant rolling over. They didn't get it

Tomorrow, I'll probably lose the girlfriend. The mortgage is still due. The world is still burning. I just sat on it, the key in

That's the thing about a free project. It's not about the thing you're building.

They don't know that is the only thing in my life that has never asked me to be anything other than what I am: a guy with dirty hands, a crescent wrench, and the quiet satisfaction of making something dead come back to life.

It's about the person you become while you're building it.