Call me sad, call me a looser, but, here it is: I'm a single man ( I couldn't be any more now could I? Like a double man?) in possession of a lethal bit of two wheeled hardware capable of frightening bursts of speed. Do repectable woman, Ladies, want that way of life? Never to wear beautiful cut dresses and colourful skirts showing their imaculate legs, not a hair exposed to the atmosphere; but to wear jeans, tatty ones with splits and holes, or more appealing, leathers, revealing the odd coil of a good diet well taken for many the year. So, it seems I must remain a lonely single man. But: I have my two-wheeled companion, my bit of steel and alloys which take me into the unknown. When the wind hits me at 150 mph I can surmise the possibilities of a relationship with a as yet unknown lady who isn't fearful of large bikes that growl. Post Cards Only. Saul the Blue.