New Years Eve Party!

Fire it up! But, my point was.... Granted it's a bit deep....

Why can't I be met by my awsome babe in a Jag who pours me tea before I blast 160mph on a bike in 1964? I was born far too late! Notice how relaxed he is? It's Nirvana, OK, the striving for Nirvana. He is one with his machine. Every apex is cut, every gear snicked in place, every touch of the throttle, brake perfect....Truly poetry in motion.