Nervously waiting

Right now I'm pacing like an anxious expectant father in the delivery room. I'm waiting for the mechanic to collect my 'Precious'.
I'm foolishly attached to this old heap of iron and aluminuim as she was my first Harley, admired from afar for many years, when the opportunity presented itself to buy her it felt like another child had arrived in the family.
I could repair her myself, but that may take years and I would rather work longer and be able to ride her sooner! (patience isn't my strong suit).