"Yeah, I used to have a bike.."

Ok.. so many times guys would see my bike and say, "Yeah, I used to ride.." and I would feel pity because I *do* ride.. a bike that gets my adrenaline going like a speeding train.. but not anymore. I sold my bike on Craigs List. I now have nothing that cheats death. I feel lame.
What is it about danger that is so appealing? Maybe it's the "I'm still young" thought that goes through my head as I'm screaming around the turns or pullin' the front tire off the ground.

So.. I'm back to lame. But truth be told, I immediately went to honda.com to spot my next toy. Well, I can dream anyways..