Goodbye Cagiva Planet. In a sort of father's day present-way I have decided to give up my beloved bike. Pump prices have skyrocketed, the insurance was up, and with the COE due next year, not to mention the 20 dollars each month for season parking, to let it go just about makes economic sense. I would have loved to keep it, if I had my own garage, get it laid up as a memento of youth but that's not possible, and so, logic will break your heart. It's been a good ride. The fulfillment of a dream. Joyrides, weaving in and out through traffic, the yellow glow of street lamps, the wind in your face, the frangipani fragrance along Lornie Road etc, those motorcycle diaries, I will look back fondly on.

When the wind picked up
the fire spread
And the grapevines seemed left for dead
And the northern sky, looked like the end of days
The end of days

The wake up call to a rented room
Sounded like an alarm of impending doom.
To warn us it's only a matter of time.
Before we all burn