looks good we'll take it!

i dont know whats gotten into me to start blogging again. i sorta convinced myself the last time that it is not only a waste of time but also an intrusion into my privacy by others. these days people can even sue you for shit you say here. kinda neat huh? its like someone going to your house, digging up your personal diary and, after discovering your slander on page 153, sues you for 2.3 million. ahh, the wonders of technology.

as such, i guess only my good friends will know who i am and what im talking about. just some minor info to throw you off the scent. i hail from sweden and i speak swahili, urdu and english, with a tinge of spanish thrown in when i feel like it.

one more month to ord lo! ah fuck....

in any case, im on bike course now, learning how to ride on road and off road. its all on taxpayer's money, which is the best thing to be on when youre learning something expensive. im grateful, i really am.

im also of the opinion that once you touch a bike, you dunt ever want to drive a car again. its like comparing having hot sex to being bubble boy. youre in an enclosed air conditioned cocoon in one, with no interaction with or sense of the rest of the world and the other case is one big adrenalin rush.

the choking exhaust, the smell of grease and gas and the heat rolling off your back as you accelerate. the wind that blows bits of crud into your eyes even with the visor down so that sometimes you ride with one eye closed (depth perception be fucked).

the thrum of the engine idling. its scream when you whip the throttle, beating every last ounce of power out of its spent chassis. the swaying of your handlebars against the wind. the rumbling of her against your loins. she loves you, how can you not love her back?

a rider's life is free. at least, for a few seconds. it is there, every time you fly straight as an arrow, your body hunched against the wind, thighs hugging the fuel tank, feeling the roar of the wind seeping through the crevices in your helmet. it is there too, every time you throw yourself into a bend, your knee not quite kissing the floor, just like that first date. the g forces refuse to cooperate. they try to tear you from your beloved. but we are tight. and as we surge out of the bend, the passion grows every time we cheat gravity, every time we cheat death.

ok, im talking cock. but its really a great feeling. try it some day. theres nothing like overthrottling and flying out of a figure 8 into a wall of tyres to wake you up.

this is also why bike insurance for my age group is the highest.

first entry of a new blog. its just like moving in, isnt it? its bare and unfurnished and it needs some new wall paper here, the linoleum needs some paving over, the grills derusting, the curtains a-changing. and somebody please feed that cat the previous owner left behind.

times are changing. and just as people move house, sometimes for a new beginning, sometimes to leave something behind, i guess this blog chronicles a new transition in my life as well. how exciting.

"well...i dont know honey....i guess it does have a certain charm to it. and we could just knock down that wall over there to make space for a bigger kitchen."

"why yes, i guess we could. it will be the .... its perfect!"