In my endless pursuit to waste time, I was flipping through the channels this afternoon and came upon an episode of American Chopper.
And even though she normally doesn't complain about anything that I watch, it helped that Mel was napping right beside me, blissfully unaware that I was about to indulge one of my guiltiest of pleasures. Plainly put, I think I'd look like a total badass on a motorcycle.
My buddy Dave always talked about getting a bike, or taking his test for a motorcycle license and I was always secretly envious.
I've always had a real appreciation for all things two wheeled, but for many years, was completely forbidden to even think about ever owning a motorcycle.
I used to love watching shows about motorcycles, be it the aforementioned Chopper, or that one with Jesse James whose name is currently escaping me. Hell, I even loved Sons of Anarchy on FX because it dealt with the subject.
I feel like the openness of the craft could be very freeing. And I've always felt tied down. In my mind, it's time for this boy to be cut loose.
In the end, I won't ever end up buying a bike. I'm too rational. I feel like painting the asphalt with my skin is probably something that I can live without ever experiencing.
But a boy can dream, that's for sure.
