Much of my own time revolves around overcoming the most-recent-at-the-time catastrophy involving my motorcycle, which is a 1984 Rajdoot-Yamaha RD350, a variant of the 70′s giant-killer Yamaha RD350b. The most recent, at this time, is a complete engine breakdown, which will require me to haemorrhage a month’s pay to fix. And so, she lies in peace at St. Anthony’s Backlot of Perpetual Limbo. If you dig hegemony and stereotypes, I’m sorry to burst your bubble: my wife backs me absolutely in my silly pursuit for a quick two-wheeled toy. She is an immensely talented and funny writer, very cute, and — seeing that she gives me bum — a monumentally bad judge of character. Ha ha! I make a joke. She also has one commercially-viable kidney.

As of April 2007, my bike is back with me after 15 months of broken limbo. She is running in, and running well. She now runs an improved ignition kit, a stock-replacement K&N air filter, and larger jets.If you too are lovingly nursing a white elephant on wheels, get in touch. I know a few support groups. Meanwhile, check out RDDreams, which is where I waste most of my company-sponsored time.