Monday, August 22, 2011


I don't usually take note of any motorbike not even the gargantuan, hormone-oozing piles of plastic that are larger than Mini Coopers and Smart Cars and now days cost four times the mortgage of our first home.  However I did notice this sweet little ride the other day as I walked in the early morning solitude which would soon be lost as the city awakens.  Perhaps in another time in and in another place I could have been a motorcycle mama had I been tempted by the Shadow.

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