Well it's been 4 months since my beloved Yamaha was stolen by some lowlife. During that time I've gotten married to my lovely wife, took a long hooneymoon in Hawaii, decided that i would go freelance as a graphic designer when i got back and moved up to the western suburb. Now as each day passes, even though i am happilly married and working towards buying our new house, not a day passes that i haven't woken up in the morning and think about my bike and wishing that it was still there. As each morning i open the dresser ther would be a reminder about the bike as me helmet and jacket stares back at me wishing i would put it on. And as i walk out the front door there would be several bikes riding past my house. I am in pain when i'm in my car and sees another motorbike passes, because i know i won't be able to afford one for a while because stupid me had no insurance for the last bike that was stolen. A big lesson there ladies and gents. Now still having to pay for a bike that i no longer have, i will have to wait and wait and wait until one day i can ride again. The horizon just seems so far. My rant for today.