Maybe Its an Illness

Like many of you, I cant get enough motorcycle stuff. I don't really mean helmets, gloves, boots, or stuff like that. I mean motorcycle culture. I love looking at bikes and pictures of riders from the old days. As an example, I spent last evening watching the Isle of  Mann TT qualifying laps on Discovery HD. It was fantastic. I simply love bikes and the people who ride them (except for Chris who rode a CR 125 at the night track in the 80's. He always beat me. I just like him, but I dont love him. Just like him)
Often times, this moto obsession results in an occasional purchase of a motorcycle. You know how it goes. The bike is bitchin'. The price is right. The money is available. Next thing you know you have a kick ass piece of iron in the bed of your truck. For me, there is nothing like this feeling. "I just scored a bike!", I think to myself. I dig setting it up in the garage in its own little spot. I love rolling it out on Sundays for a little ride around the hamlet. Nothing compares to the feeling of seeing your neighbors smile and shake their head as I ride by. They never know what bike they are going to see me on next week.
You see, I have a sickness. A fever if you will. The only cure is MORE MOTO! I am addicted to the feelings that come with motorcycle culture. This is a communicable disease too.
I recently spread my illness to a good friend. I offered up my recently purchased CB 350 for him to buy. He was all over it. The pictures of the bike that I showed him got him so jazzed about the bike. He was asking me about it almost every day. Now it sits in his garage and he is happy as a lark, all eatin' up with the moto bug. Check the picture of him. How can you not say that he is truly ill?
I like to surf and skateboard. I also enjoy wakeboarding and a few other things. I usually tell people not to try surfing because it sucks. I like to do what I can to keep the best breaks from getting crowded by telling people that surfing is no fun and very dangerous. Moto, on the other hand, is different. Everyone should have a bike.
Go get a motorcycle lobotomy. A nice bike in your garage can make even the worst day a little better. Somehow, when you are out on that machine, the rest of the world fades away. You, riding happily down the road, sick as you are, not caring a bit about it.