Josh suspects he could be pushing thirty and still be 'kid' to Han Solo. It doesn't bug him like it would from most anyone else. He respects the guy like crazy and it means a lot to have someone, especially someone he's known for not that long, see him and not just see a broken crazy.

Makes him feel like He's making some progress in his life.

When the last of the buckets is finished being poured through the bike, Josh heaves a huge sigh and finds a dry patch of ground to plop down on with his reclaimed beer. He can count that as weight lifting right? He's getting better. He's definitely not as weak as he used to be.

"Bet you could get so much tail, pickin' up folks with this thing, once we get it going." Josh gestures to the bike sitting atop the now soggy ground. Truly a more sexy vehicle was never seen. "I mean. Cleaned up. RIght now it would just attract....those little hood things."