note to self

when in doubt, read out loud:

you do not want a vespa.
you do not want a runner.
you do not want a dna.
you do not want a tw.
you do not want an xr4.
you do not want a ktm.
you do not want a husqvarna.
you do not want a monster.

you are not turned on by any of them. they do not interest you because they are inconsequential. they are nothing compared to what you really want, and there are only two things you really want.

you want a Ducati Streetfighter Version S.
you want a Ducati Eleven-ninety-eight Version S.
end of wishlist (subject to model updates).

you only want these two because they be the baddest motherfuckers in the valley of the shadow of death, and they don't fear no motherfucking evil at all.

so stay focused and don't be distracted. do not bitch to your mates about not being able to ride now. you'll ride soon enough. and when you do, you will love every single super-torqued nanosecond of it.

when the banshee screams between your legs, that will be the sound of sex. aural sex. your mind will melt like hot fudge in a wok. your eyes will glow red with burst vessels. your nuts will overflow. and once you master it you will make a 'sports' car look like a locomotive in slow motion. hurs. sports cars are for bitchboys.

oh yes, you want it. you know you do.
the only question that remains is which one you will take first.

patience, lad.
for now, enjoy these.

and when the time comes, let no one dissuade you, you dumbass.