Sometimes, if I'm paying close attention, I can get a glimpse into the reality of the rest of my life. This morning, as I perused the most excellent blog"The Vintagent" which I will not try to describe, you check it out if you want to, I had this conversation with myself in silence.
" I need a new giant motherfucking motorcycle from Europe so I can really have a good time by myself."
"I will get one when I am willing to lose my wife, who will kick me to the curb and possibly have me shot for idiocy."
It's up in the air.
She's pretty cool, really cool, but she never rode a Norton.
Postscript.
The wife and kid and the dogs win again.
No motorcycle for me.
Not today, anyway.
They all have smug looks on their faces.
I'm never sure who my real enemy is anymore.
It's probably me.
You have to wear a helmet now anyway.
Shit.
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