22 February 2007
Just in case you misunderstood the previous entry, I bought a cheapo digital audio player because I can't afford those pretty things from Apple or Creative or SanDisk or iRiver or Samsung. Not even the iPod shuffle. So sad huh? Well, life is like that. I don't know whether it's because I'm content with what I have or because circumstances just happen to be bad.
Since a couple of years ago, I've always wanted to ride a motorcycle. Motorcycles are nice, but the main reason I want to ride one is because I probably can't afford a car until I've spent about a decade in the workforce or something. I know they possess an inherent dangerous trait to them, and for some reason testosterone-overloaded guys are attracted to that, which in turn probably lends even more to the annual motorcycle mortality statistics.
I'm not saying I'm a new-age limp-wristed tight-jeans politically-correct sensitive clean-shaven cologne-reeking person, but I think I'm at least a little less showy and more responsible and safety-conscious when it comes to this sort of thing (I hope). Heck, I never knew how to drift a bicycle until I was fourteen. And I love things with motors and wheels. And I want to have the freedom to go wherever I want (legally). Remember those bumper cars at hall 6 during the Christmas carnival? I must have spent more time driving around than actually bumping other cars. So maybe riding a motorcycle seems nigh-unavoidable for me.
Perhaps finances will somehow come along or someone will drop a car into my lap (not a Korean, Malaysian or Chinese make, I hope), but in the meantime, the prospect of riding a motorbike is very appealing.
Aprilia RS125. I don't mind having one...
