Catherine was sitting in her garage, head dripping with sweat, her golden blonde hair tied into a knot to keep it out of her eyes, her blue eyes locked into her objective, she finished screwing in the final bolt on her motorcycle, giant globs of black oil falling onto the ice-white floor. She stood up and wiped the remaining sweat from her brow and nodded at her hard work. She had successfully assembled a Bati 801 Custom from scratch, it had taken her over a year to just find the correct parts, let alone put it together. Catherine ran her hand over the primarily white colored motorcycle, and checked to make sure the secondary navy blue color matched it. On the left side, her custom logo she requested, a black and white painting of the Chicago flag with an albino snake twisted inside the fl