It's a disaster waiting to happen

Last September I purchased this:


It was really cheap and in awesome condition (and it's fucking adorable) and I was working with a bunch of dudes who like to work on motorcycles in their spare time and would think it was fun to teach a girl how to ride a bike. (Or at least laugh at me while I wrecked a bike.)

But I don't work with those fuckfaces anymore, and the bike takes like 40 kicks to start (because I don't know how much it costs to fix a starter but it's more than I'm willing to pay) and I look like a goddamn idiot doing it because by the time I get it started I'm all sweaty and out of breath.

The last time I got it started I had to take a break from the kicking because it took so many tries, and when I did get it started I realized that because I had parked it ass-end-out and because I'm not strong enough to lift it over the concrete dam that sits like a parking block in front of the garage door, the fucking bike was going nowhere. I wanted to torch it.

And I'm not sure if I mentioned that I still don't really know how to ride it. I've never ventured out of the 2-block radius that keeps me out of traffic. I've also never ventured out of 2nd gear.

And now I wake up and see this:



and... I guess... I'll go try to start it.

*sigh*

I'll update later from the emergency room.