I just need to know there are others out there who feel the way I do. I just rode my bike over 60 miles at 40 degrees in light mist, at night, because it wasn't snowing....and I couldn't wait 3 days for the weather to clear. I love motorcycles, sportsbikes especially (can't stand scooters or Hardly Ablesons, rather push a wrecked '89 vfr than ride those...) I love the sound, the feel, the smell, the look of rockets.... My wife calls my bike "the mistress". Minus the...ahem...physical activities...she is almost right. When I see a rocket fly by, I can tell you make, model, and approximate year, most of the time. I once spotted a Ducati 996 from 6 blocks away, my wife was impressed, and I felt like I should have received a cookie or something... Sometimes when I am in my kitchen, I open the door to the garage, just to see her again, I may do this two or three times.. Do I have an illness? Or are there others like me? Is it wrong to lust after a machine, I mean I'm not pokin' the tailpipe, but I do find it somewhat sensual when I take her out on a hot sunny day and wash her, then wax her, then dry her with her own dedicated shammy. Please tell me there are others with the sickness, the obsession.... or should I hang up the helmet, jacket and gloves and find the nearest shrink???