I love my bike because:
1. I owe nothing on it.
2. It goes ok. (derestricted to 100+ HP)
3. Every morning it starts with a push of the button.
4. Tyres last well on it.
5. My kids still think its cool even though its really quite tatty.
6. It's big enough that my lardy arse doesn't look too bad on it (5 foot 10, 95 kgs).
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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