There's something about a motorcycle, I don't know, that entails a certain amount of... freedom. Not like a car, because you live for the sunshine, and the feel of wind through your hair/fingers. You can zip around things, and get off and push or carry if you wish. It's less enclosed, and it's cheaper, for the starving student/artist/et cetera. Now if I could just get over the two-wheeled-easy-to-fall-off thing...
And of course, the whole oh-no-it's-raining-and-I-have-no-roof thing.
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