Eric just got this bike. A pimpy, pimpy street motorcycle. And it's royal blue, and it's delicious to sit on, and it goes SO fast. Fast fast fast. And I'm holding onto his chest for dear life, and the world is numbed by the big helmet, and I'm screaming and laughing and my nose is getting cold. And I think I'm going to die - hell, we're doing, like, 90 on a residential road, and I feel the inherent breakability of every bone and the exquisite permeability of every inch of my skin - and guess what? I DON'T CARE. But in the nice way.
Anybody want to go skydiving with me?