Motorcycle Apocalypse

It happens every spring. I pick up the paper in the morning and somewhere in Oregon a motorcyclist has hit the dust.

I first noticed it a few years ago when I decided I would mention it to Linda every time I saw it. So my selective perception kicked in and I started to notice how often it happens.

So I think riding a motorcycle would be awesome. I mean, I see them on the road and think how cool it would feel.

But man, once you notice.