so I got my motorcycle license today.  one step closer.

They’re Dangerous, They’re impractical, and i’m completely obsessed with them.

For those of you who know me you know that summer time and talk of motorcycles are the boring stagnant of my summertime conversations.  I’ve been wanting to buy one for 5 years now.  5 years is longer than i’ve wanted anything. other than happiness or sex of course. 

That being said it’s difficult for me to find a good reason why i don’t have one.  And yet I always seem to do so. 

I found the perfect one that i wanted last summer time only to have some deutche buy it cash not 5 minutes after i went for a test drive.  THAT was a sad day. 

I guess all of this is being brought back to haunt me this morning b/c my friend Jon just bought a motorcycle, and I still don’t have one.  I’m a bit jealous.  I feel a bit gay.  Less manly.  More queer.  You get the idea. 

Anyway, i made this pact with Jon that i’d have a bike by April 1st, or I’m an April fool and something terrible will be done to me by those who know of this pact.  A chilling fear grips me in an uncomfortable place everytime i look online for a bike and find nothing exciting at all. 

Anyway, i’m going looking hard this weekend for one.  So if any of you out there read this…..Please….help me, you’re my only hope.

(for some reason starwars comes to mind.)