Pajamation

Yeppers...

the new ride is in full effect and possibly affect as well. Will post more as I break it in, and yes, I'm absolutely loving it.

One man's desire for ultimate...

design for his car's upholstery and interior. Now, I realize I was slow to the draw in snapping the pic but this guy has decided to go the extra mile and wallpaper his seats, dash, and everything else with the glory of the Gucci logo. It's too bad I didn't have the camera ready because the inside of this little Corvette was pretty impressive. Sadly, you'll have to settle for just the outside of this little bad boy.

I must say...

riding a motorcycle in 30mph winds with the temperature at 59 degrees (Fahrenheit) is not an activity I would normally prefer to engage in or promote others with which to experiment.

My car's not excessively...

loud but it does have an appropriate growl courtesy of Flowmaster. The resonance isn't too intense inside the car (hardly notice it really -- much quieter than my Thrush Turbo Tube on my previous car) but does offer a great deal of fun inside parking garages. For example, everyday I arrive at work, swipe my parking card, and head up the ramp. And naturally, there's some car with a Mr. Heckle's-sensitive alarm that just can't handle a little bit of excitement -- so what does it do? It decides to go ahead and begin its incessant announcement of "IT'S TOO LOUD IN HERE!" Seriously? Is all that necessary? This car causes more racket than my car causes CUMULATIVELY over the course of a month. But I must say, as I head up the ramp to start my day it does bring a little smiling-smirk to my face to hear that annoying little alarm fill the garage with ambiguous sound to which I know no one is really paying any attention.

I got home last night...

from playing cards with some friends, turned on the tv, and found one of the worst 100 movies of all time... Torque. Between that unrealistic piece of garbage and Biker Boyz, we just about have all pathetic motorcycle movies covered. See here, you don't ride a sportbike through the desert (on sand), you can't jump on to the top of a train (and ride atop it), and you certainly can't pop up on your bike tire and dual with someone (who's doing the exact same thing) like you have swords and not 450 pounds of metal. You want quality motorcycle watching? Go with Faster instead.

I think I've figured out...

that I normally drive much faster in my car than on my gixxer. Don't get me wrong, I don't shy from the occasional wrist-flick but 80 mph winds in your face are completely different than the same winds deflected by a massive cage windshield.

On my way to work...

this morning I, while progressing rather rapidly down the freeway, was left as if standing still by an Infiniti FX35. Not only is this piece of machinery a fabulous design but it also has a little "see-ya-later" under the hood. This experience reminds me of when I was following a friend, a corporate pilot whom I imagine flies like he drives -- fast!, to Starbucks to aid in a bit of tutoring with his brand new 15" Powerbook. We took a right and as soon as we came around the corner he was gone! No tire screeching, no fishtail, just gone. I mean he literally took off! Needless to say I was certainly impressed. Unfortunately, concerning it's categorical status I don't think I completely agree with Road and Track calling it an SUV simply because it doesn't exactly look like one and certainly has more potential than your "take-the-kids-to-school-and-soccer-practice" SUV. As I mentioned to a friend a few days ago I see it as more of a hybrid or simply a car on steroids. Though the performance is impressive the overall look is just as stunning: a sweeping rounded body that's suttle, stylish, and naturally aggressive in nature.

Not too sure...

how many motorcycle fans we have out there but if you're anything like myself you'll greatly appreciate The Great ZX-10R Challenge in the September issue of Cycle World. As of this posting the article is not available online but drop by your local bookstore and let the drooling begin. Oh how I miss my Ninja!