Motorcylce diaries

There is a whiff of positive energy in the economic indicators, and because my chinese brethren are starting to reconsume the fluid - the gas prices are up. Now that can never be a good thing for the meagre finances of third worldly household residing in the first worldly climes of silicon valley. Now one cant be bogged down by these travails of the new world order, so i bought myself a new motorcyle. The executive of the household signed off once it was assured that the risks of aforesaid decision had a been secured with a nice accidental death cover. Fair argument, I say - whoever said womankind was not reasonable was lying.

Returning to the subject of combustion engines, one has to do one's bit to reduce our carbon footprints. And Two wheels are better than four, although numerically four is greater than two in classical math (which makes me wonder, is there another kind?).

The machine looked mean and shiny when it arrived, as all new fascinations should be. Chrome in no small measure, and appealing to the chromosome that had been dormant awhile. So i jumped on the saddle, put on my riding boots and ignited the cylinders from TDC. RumBhakt roared into to the roads of perdition.

Well almost. Two ribs and clavicle didnt agree in a minor incident shortly thereafter. I am back to being wise again. But the fire burns.