Fluff and motorcycles

[pepper]

 In general, I'm a pretty fluffy person. I write fluffy fic (even fluffy deathfic). I have fluffy icons. I like fluffy shows. I have a fluffy dragon on my desk, and a fluffy cardigan on my chair. I have fluffy hair (in Vala-esque pigtails today). I'm not big into teh hate and anger stuff. 

I thought I knew where I was going with this, for a while there, and then I realised... I didn't. Apparently my brain is fluffy, too. Yeesh.

Contrary to the fluffiness, I'm going through my periodic phase of 'I want a motorcycle'. I want a 1960's Triumph - a Bonneville, or a T-bird. Or a Norton. Or something of that ilk (as if I could afford it). Much empathy for Sam's bike fetish. I totally fall for the completely bogus glamour thing, despite the fact that a) it's impractical, and b) it will vastly improve my chances of dying horribly in a mass of twisted metal. Me [heart] bikes. 

Me [heart] guys who bike, too - witness my crushes on Spike, Wolverine, etc. Even Sir Richard of Anderson has got hisself a new charger. But even if I could afford one - and I'd be much better off putting any such imaginary funds towards learning to drive and getting a car - the mother would freak. She's entitled to this one - her sister's boyfriend died in a motorbike crash, and she's otherwise laid-back about whatever I do. 

There are so many reasons not to get one. But oh, how I want one.

Comments

[vickyocean.livejournal.com]

I've often thought the same thing about motorcylces. I grew up driving ATVs in the country in fields and on backroads. I liked to drive fast. And if I got a motorcycle I'd really want one of fast and sleek asian ones. Then I'd have to get a set of leathers to match the pretty colors. The thing that really stops me is I know that I would end up being reckless and probably kill myself.

There's an Army base nearby and a lot of the soldiers have bikes. I'm always checking them out in traffic and envious when I see them weaving in and out of traffic. But I know I'd probably try to show off and then go splat. So no bike for me.

[pepper-field.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'd be so like that! I've never driven a motorbike, but I have driven a go-cart (totally not the same thing, I know, but this is about my style rather than the vehicle). I was a speed demon. I was a stranger to the brakes. I hit the sides of the track on every. single. curve.

I still want one, though. It'd go with my tattoo. :D

I totally hear you.

[shinysilvergrl.livejournal.com]

I've been thinking about one for like, ten years, now. I keep rationalizing that I'll get one some day when I'm not a broke college student.

Now, if I could ever just freaking GRADUATE....

Re: I totally hear you.

[pepper-field.livejournal.com]

It's the eternal problem. I guess that's why you see middle-aged men driving racy sportscars - because they can *finally* afford it. :S