I’m a big old scardey-cat. I sometimes run as fast as I can across the street, thinking that a car will appear out of thin air, and fall on me. Whenever I’m in a swimming pool, I’m pretty sure a hatch will open up in the deep end, releasing sharks that will eat me. And I certainly never, ever, ever will ride a motorcycle.
Except… There’s something about an olde timey motorcycle that is insanely charming to me. It may be my Steampunk fetish*, but a cycle that puts along, rather than dangerously tearing down the highway seems like a cool way to travel. It may also be that, in my head, I’m wearing aviator’s goggles and drinking scotch from a flask while I drive. I dunknow.
After the jump, more about my Steampunk fantasies...
Read More...