More than a few people consider my love for motorcycling to be irrational, inexplicable, and paradoxical. It's dangerous, financially unsound, subject to environmental conditions, brutally incompatible with my physical afflictions, yet relaxing. It's also a living exercise of fascinating engineering, practice of behavior counterintuitive to human nature, demanding of constant and complete attention, yet the most effective way of emptying my mind. It is a good solitary hobby, suitable to the ritual of maintenance and practiceable whenever my time allows, yet helps me meet and get to know other people. It builds friendships, breaks bones, bruises knuckles, tastes like lovebugs, invokes a sense of awe about the world around us, and above everything else is a forever-changing experience.

I currently own four motorcycles, though only one of them runs. You can check them out below: