...the day when you were six and that KZ1000 roared past
your parents minivan and you heard your dad grumble "He's
Then there was that time when you were 15, confined to your BMX bike. You watched Charles, the spoiled rich
kid, on a red Ducati 996 pull up to your house to date your sister, and you caught yourself wiping away the drool, thinking "Someday..."