Okay, maybe that post was too short. But the picture was good.
Today I went to the Arts Festival with my dad. It was fun to see/hear him talk to every photographer there. And he actually knew quite a few of them. I hope I get to a point in my life when I can casually shoot the shit with other people in my profession. I also hope my profession isn't something having to do with motorcycles or taxes. I hope my profession is that of a writer. I may write about motorcycles and taxes at some point, though, so in a roundabout way my profession MAY end up having to do with motorcycles and taxes. I will title my first book (which will be an unofficial autobiography of myself) You Can't Get Into Heaven with a Motorcycle: A Look Back at How Meghan 'Biker Babe' Wiemer Avoided Paying Taxes for Most of the '90s: The Nineties: A Decade or a State of Mind?: The Mind: More Than an Empty Bucket: The Bucket List: A Stupid Movie: Movies: Are They Really Better Than Books?: Yes.
Today my dad bought three Alan Watts books. I am proud of him. I bought an old hardback copy of The Catcher in the Rye. I am proud of myself. Pride: A SIN.
"Think of it - unchastity is second only to murder. Perhaps there is a common element in those two things - chastity and murder." -Elder Bruce C. Hafen, 'The Gospel and Romantic Love,' Tambuli, June 1983, page 23
Anyway, here is a picture of the first motorcycle, which was built, ridden, and then destroyed all in one day, which was surprisingly 100 years ago this very night.
You should be.