Oh, make no mistake I do love a good bike!

My issue previously alluded to is twofold, though.

First, I like a performance car better. Not a muscle car but the joyful noise and lunacy of this...



...or this.


Engines breathed on a bit, stiffened suspensions done right. Neither a car to be taken for granted, they'd bite you if you deserve it and kill you if you don't care to acquire a skillset. I'd love a TVR, shear madness, totally merciless, no patience for posers.

Second, I lament the fact I have no business on a bike anymore, just as I have no business being on a horse. One quick twist or hard jolt and I'm in a mobility-scooter for life with this spine and all the metal and fused bones that remain. Every time I see a lovely old Bonny I think about it. I get it. I miss it.

Maybe a nice old Army combination, though...