For years as a child I read every car magazine I could get a hold of, reading them cover to cover and dreaming of the day that I could buy a car. That’s one of the strange things about growing up in an apartment in Flushing, Queens (New York City). You don’t really need a car in New York City, and if you don’t have a lot of money to throw around you really shouldn’t try. Street parking is a real problem, for starters, and renting a parking spot either at home or at your place of work is like paying rent all over again. Then there is the whole “theft” thing. I am told things have gotten better in the Big Apple since I have been gone, but I went through three CBR600s in three years, all stolen.
So it’s somewhat amazing to be sitting here today at the beginning of a very interesting week. Read more…

