Most religions teach that happiness doesn't result from having material possessions. Well, I have definitely proved them wrong. The proof is just 20 metres from where I am sitting. It would be a lot closer but Cheryl forbade that. She didn't actually forbid it but I have become quite good at reading her expression and the look of horror and disgust was a sure warning of trouble.
Yesterday morning I got a phone message that my motorcycle was ready for delivery and so it arrived at 2.00pm. It isn't allowed in the house so I will be moving into the garage. It's not too bad because I have experience with Winter camping and Spring is coming. I may still sleep in the house.
The photo is very appropriate because the milky white aura that surrounds the wonderful machine is much the way I see it.
The passion some people feel about two wheels is interesting and I suspect it has been genetically selected over many generations. It probably started out as horse riding which conferred a great advantage in speed and power. Just think of the most powerful warriors in the middle ages. The knights in shining armor on their magnificent steeds. Also the native American tribes who depended on riding horses to hunt Buffalo. Over many generations riding conferred survival advantages to individuals and groups. So I think it's a little more than coincidence that the favourite leg-ware for motorcyclists is a pair of Kevlar Genes.
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