Been researching MBs for the last three or perhaps four days (late hours and refusal to succumb to distractions have left me somewhat time disoriented). Bikes with engines have fascinated me since I was a kid (oh, so, so long ago). Haven't owned a car for about 12 years, but lately began to think walking was becoming tiresome. In as much as I flatly refuse to incur debt and deplore burdensome repetitive expenditures, an automobile is repulsive to the mind. Hence, after seeing a MB speed past while walking to town a few days ago, I began to ponder the possibilities and weigh their relative merits. Could probably get by with just a decent bicycle, but the MBs have captured my imagination. My head spins and my eyes cross after having been glued to a computer for days in pursuit of information. I haven't been eating right and I can't seem to concentrate on life's normal demands. I, I think I'm in love!:tt1: Though far from a grease monkey, my mechanical skills are somewhat more than insignificant. Don't know squat about bicycles, but am tired of being overtaken and passed by them as I trudge my weary way, a lowly pedestrian outcast. I have determined to fully evaluate the potentiality of the two-wheeled, single-seated beast. As a consequence of this decision and the ensuing drive to become informed, I discovered this site. My present thought relative to a first build is to utilize a Wally World 26" Huffy Cranbrook (or perhaps some other appropriately affordable foundation). Research reveals, among the more experienced practitioners, a persistent affinity favoring four stroke engines, an unabashed concession to functionality. However, as one aficionado observed, they just aren't as "sexy" as the two strokers. I confess that the image of a lawn mower engine strapped to a bicycle just doesn't jive with my self-concept. Mayhap this sense of aesthetic is to be regretted, but I ask you, would it be proper and desirable to straitjacket a man's true creative urges, sacrificing art at the altar of practicality. I invite any and all to undertake such dissuasive attempts relative to my romantic notions as to them may seem proper. It is now 3:40 a.m. (again). Fatigue bids me say farewell, I must retire.