I wear a helmet when I ride. This is important to me although not so important that I allowed myself the thought of purchasing a cruiser. Allow me to explain. I’ve ridden cruisers, real ones too – a Fat Boy and a Road King – and fuck man, a helmet just is not part of the picture. Because it is a picture you see. The image. I felt concern about my image when cruising. Cool. Like my brother. I’m cool. Wearing a helmet is important to me but I know I am weak. On a sport oriented bike, for me, a helmet is just part of the picture. A hypocritical admonition I’m certain. However I want to wear a helmet every time I ride for big safety and small safety, and I know I will on this sport bike. No temptation for other image than Motorcyclist.

There are a lot of little things. I like putting gas in the tank on my motorcycle. I’m neat, I’m particular. I revel in the act. I don’t know how much it costs to put gas in my bike because I don’t look at the dollar indicator but I know I have to make more frequent stops at gas stations than when I was driving my car all the time. But I use less gas. Starting from stops is a little thing. Turning off the turn signal is a little thing. Not hitting neutral when up shifting from 1st gear is a little thing. I do a lot of little things in my life but I do too many of them without thinking. Like I said “love you” to my wife yesterday morning. I caught myself and went back and said “I love you” because a man should be conscious of telling his woman that he loves her. I drink beer with a pronounced dispassion, devoid of consciousness that when I think about it is worth consideration. I wander up to bed at night but set an alarm to get up. And what the fuck does that say – that I set an alarm to get up in the morning, but I go to bed at night haphazardly! All these little things.