I noticed yesterday, when the weather was perfect and the sun was shining, that this was going to be a rough year for me. It’s been happening to me more and more every spring as I’ve gotten older.
I’ll be driving down the street, windows cracked, minding my own business, when I’ll see some guy on a motorcycle. Immediately my imagination takes over and it’s all I can do to focus my thoughts from what it would be like to have a bike, to the task at hand, which is simply driving.
I’ve been wanting a motorcycle so bad for so long now. Every year I tell myself “maybe next year I’ll have enough extra money to buy one”, and every year I don’t.
I’m sure that one day I will finally save up enough money and buy one, but until then I guess I’ll just have to dream.
February 27, 2005
Test. Test. Test.