Again, the fantasy finds me: The fantasy of having a job riding motorcycles all day and writing about it each night. Wouldn't it be a great column?
Depends on whether or not you like my writing, I suppose.
Then I wonder whether the only reason I haven't been granted that wish is because providence sees some greater purpose for my talents and that if I were to be given such a life of indolence if I wouldn't find myself very unhappy.
Is motorcycling only enjoyable as a tonic?