Getting a Motorcycle
"Come on you sons of bitches! Do you want to live forever?"
Gunnery Sergeant Dan Daly, 4 june 1918.
I told myself I'd never do it. I warned my friends against it. Hell, I warned anyone who so much as entertained the thought.
And now I'm getting one.
I can't help myself, dammit! I've been riding dirt bikes and ATVs quite literally since I had the cognitive ability to do so. When I was four my parents gave me a plastic battery powered ATV. By the time I was seven I was driving a full-sized ATV around our cabin, and by 9 I was tearing up the mountains like a maniac on a mountain bike. But I've always kept offroad.
Well, I'm sick of watching other people have fun, goddammit. I'm getting a ****ing bike. Leaning toward a 250cc Honda Rebel. Small, light, very affordable. Probably the best starter bike out there. Since I've only driven trail and dirt bikes I figure it's best to stick with something that isn't terribly heavy. I'm planning to use it on my daily commute. Since I moved I have roughly a ten minute drive and I'm getting tired of my Jeep. So **** it. I'm going to have fun.
This is the one I have my heart set on:

Picture that with saddlebags.
God, so atrocious in the Old Testament, so attractive in the New--the Jekyl and Hyde of sacred romance.
-Mark Twain
If people are good only because they fear punishment and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.
-Albert Einstein