Hollywood nights

I could write for hours about the ideas I have which correlate creativity, and fear, but I'm not quite ready for that. I would however like to make a statement: If you look at these pictures and think to yourself "I need to explain to this person that I could never do that. I have special characteristics that prevent ME from doing anything of that nature". WELL SAVE IT! and let me tell you something, you're not "special" you're just like everyone else, a pussy. I hear it every day , from everyone I talk to.

So, pictured here is a 1972 Honda CL175 of which I rode for the last 6 months. Also pictured here is the 2009 Triumph street triple, one of which I purchased last weekend. I will be the first to apologize for your boring life, but what can I say? Tearing through the Hollywood freeways at 80 MPH and possibly suffering a glamorous explosive death that prevents me from 50/60 years of being a pussy (10 of which you can't wipe your own ass after you get your diaper changed) is a privilege of the apparently not so "special" individuals such as myself.