Wishful Thinking

When I came out of the post office yesterday there were four cars just like mine parked in a row.

Four.

I had to actually look for my license plate to find the right vehicle.

That wouldn't happen if I owned this gorgeous piece of man made art.

If I had this beautiful ride I'd always know which machine was mine.

Straddling this huge vibrating hunk of machinery, I'd spend blissful hours tooling the open road.

Stopping only occasionally to eat something, lay in the grass, or look at the world's largest ball of string.

It's been a long time since I've ridden.

I rode with a friend in high school. He had a huge bike. He was also the calmest person I've ever known in my life.

Wrapping my front to his back in a two hour hug and watching the scenery flow by was some of the most zen time I ever had in my teens.

Well, except for that time we rode through that giant swarm of grasshoppers.

That wasn't very zen.
It was very green, very sticky, very smelly and led to the immediate addition of a face shield to my helmet. But the next time we rode, it was zen again.

P.S. Big thanks to the guys in Willoughby who let me photograph their gorgeous bikes.
P.P.S. there's a bonus to the photo of the awesome bike dials…a little robot face hiding in plain sight.