If there's one thing I enjoy most about cars/motorcycles/anything fast, it's the ability to completely take my mind off of anything that's bothering me. Our cars are there with us through the blood, the sweat, and the tears of our lives - and if we take care of them, our cars will be there, no questions asked. Now, sometimes our cars are of course the source of our problems, whether it be they're always breaking down, something new wrong with them everytime we turn the key, picking up paint chips through errant rocks on the freeway - I'm sure you guys can relate - but they'll still be there.

What's making me write this, however, is the return these combinations of parts give us. No matter what my mood happens to be, my meditation, if you will, is to put the windows down, find some open road, and listen to the sweet racket coming out of the tailpipes. For whatever reason, I don't think I've found anything as relieving as this yet. What's better yet is that I'm finding the more I bang up my knuckles working on something, the more hours I spend daydreaming of what I'd like to someday do to it, and the more times I look back at those pictures of when I first got it, the more I enjoy pinning the throttle and listening to that exhaust note I'm leaving behind me as a smile creeps up across my face.

Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for me to find my yoga mat - and whatever sights those miles of tarmac may bring.

dk