Yesterday I discovered worlds BEST drug. I bought a motorcycle and have been perma happy since. I have been surprised though about how people have super duper strong opinions when it comes to motorcycles. Either they LOVE them or HATE them.

Perhaps I need to first explain my deep obsession for the them. I have wanted a motorcycle since before I could drive. It seems I wanted one more than I wanted a car. The first time I mentioned it to my parents was when I was in high school and I remember vividly my mom freaking out. NO WAY! I convinced them to let me get a scooter and I've had a scooter since.
I went to visit my parents a few weekends ago and my mom and I started talking about gas prices and how mega expensive it is for me to drive to Salt Lake from Logan. My mom mentioned how she wants to get a motorcycle. I was THRILLED! I asked if I could get one and she complied.

Wait a second. I just went on a tangent. I am supposed to be explaining WHY I love motorcycles. I guess riding them is the closest thing to flying. They make me feel free. Silly? Maybe. But I get real giddy when I'm on one. Now I own one. I'm sure my page will be flooded with pictures in the next week. I'd put a few up now but I don't get to pick it up until Monday.