If you truly want to understand desire you have to take your 3 year old son to a Motorcycle show. I took mine last night and it was like watching a Tornado rip through Georgia. He was so excited that in 10 minutes he moved past giggling to drooling like a hungry St Bernard. There wasn’t a motorcycle left untouched or unmarked, mostly below 36 inches. I hope the cleaning people inspect everything on their knees or they will miss all the fingerprints he left behind. We still need 3 more inches for him to be able to touch the ground. Here’s wishing for the 40 inch mark by Summer for my little buddy. A 50cc KTM mini would look great in my garage next to a new KTM 525 EXC with an extra pair of rims and rubber for Super Motard!
Sick, sick as a dog, sicker than I can ever remember being in my life. The flu literally kicked my butt for two weeks. One week of the Flu and a glorious dry unproductive cough for the next week. When it started to gurgle in my chest I enlisted the help of the local medical community to prescribe Zythromax to kill anything in my body that was not supposed to be there. I am now buried so deep in my life that they have to pipe light into me. I figure that by the time Christmas comes I can wrestle some control and organization back into it. So far I am losing ground. Now I have to go to the Mall and buy Christmas presents for a 3 year old when all I really want to do is minimize any contact with the Flu Stricken Population of Colorado. Hark is that a cash register I hear? My duty to save the American Christmas Traditions of Merchandisers everywhere beckons me. Everywhere I go I hear that wonderful non productive cough. I wonder can you catch the Flu twice or am I now immune? What if this strain mutates into another different strain? Wait it already did that. Boy, am I glad I got a Flu shot. Off to the Mall I go now to single handedly save the Economy with my credit cards.