So now that my mom knows I have a motorcycle, I can write about it.

I rode behind a huge black truck the other day. Attached to the trail hitch was a black cloth bag that hung a good ten inches off the hitch. Inside that black bag were two large, egg-shaped objects. They sat side by side, sort of staggered, so that one was slightly lower in the bag than the other. With each movement of the truck, this black bag swung back and forth; quite pendulous indeed.

A big black truck is not enough evidence of compensation; artificial testicles really complete the picture.

My motorcycle, of course, is only about transportation, so I find absolutely no irony in anything I've just written.

And in other news...
Shitty weather means few new pictures. Hang in there.