Rise of a Buffalo (Chapter 1)

This will be a work in progress, hence the Chapter inclusion.

First some background; I was blessed to be raised in a house with a lotta love. Now when I say love I don't neccessarily mean the love between humans and all. It was Gran, Mom, Andre, Jan and I. Jan didn't stay long, he became a vry unpleasant person to be around and married that nicest woman that I know (go figure).

Since Mom & Dad were divorced, there was a huge gap in my life for a father figure. Don't get me wrong - Dad and I loved each other to pieces, but I've always been more needy that most, so every second weekend didn't quite cut it for me.

Andre stepped up to the plate and became 1.) Dad 2.) Older brother and 3.) One of my best and most trusted friends.

There isn't enough space on the internet to tell you what a great guy he is, suffice to say that enthusiasm and energy is contagious. Passions worth mentioning: motorbikes, rugby (gee, you didn't see that one coming), any other sports.... 'nough said.

So in honor of my "Boeta" (which is a term of endearment for brother), I have decided to share with you how he miraculously revived this Buffalo. None of us thought he'd pull it off, but he did and it now starts, so Boeta, good on you!!!

Herewith the first picture of the 'skeleton', note the ever popular duct tape, this is before it was lovingly touched by Boeta.