Smell the chrome

speedo, originally uploaded by DreamersParadise.

I passed by the Harley shop today and wished they would sell Harleys on ebay. I'm motivated to get my license again, and am prepared to get tonnes of objections on my way in attaining it. If only I could convince them that the statistics of Harley riders on the motor accident chart is almost insignificant, and my desire for a bike is not for racing, but a passion to look cool and be obsess over something. It's a therapy, a happiness, though material, but a self-contained happiness. Like playing music, or counter-strike, or Yee seng's bo(red)ardgames, or Warcraft, something, that gives you satisfaction like post-piss shivers.