Fuck Fuck Fuck, all I say is Fuck. Fuck a mother , Fuck a duck.

This is me. 

Well it would be if I was wearing a flack jacket . 

But this is what I have done this past week and a lot today. 

Fucking electrics are driving me up the wall . 

I have wired in a he clocks, then I got a spark. " wooooop de fuckin doooo" . 

Then I didn't . 

Now instead of no spark I have a spark every now and then. 

Tomorrow I have to redo all my connections. 

Fucking bastard bloody tossing fuel injection, I should have bought a shovel. 

Happy Happy Joy joy, Happy Happy Joy Joy.

Trying to hide a wiring harness ( for a bike with Fuel injection ) is impossible but I'll try my hardest to lessen the extent of the great Spaghetti Incident. 

I've moved and re-moved and sat looking at it for bloody days. But today I started chopping and soldering . 

I was at a real low point in the build as I seemed to be making very slow progress but after making a list and realising that it was a short list I'm excited for the last push. 

Wether this wiring works once it's been fucked about with will be the big supise.

Es