This time I won’t take no for an answer. The bike will start no matter what.
The day arrived. My bike was ready. I was excited and yet somehow deep down in my stomach knew I wasn’t home safe yet. Nothing is ever easy.
I’m still sitting around in Budapest just waiting to get through all of this bureaucratic crap. Urgh. It’s been over two months now since I landed and started the process of importing my bike. I thought that if I did it properly this time, in my name, things would be easier. Turns out it’s not the case.
This time I won’t take no for an answer. The bike will start no matter what.
With limited tools and experience, I return to my bike to go where no BikerGirl has gone before