When riding a motorcycle the thought of safety is almost an oxymoron. As I slid into the taught hide of my riding suit and heard it make the sound leather makes when it is asked to stretch I thought how my life may be extended at the price of life. The real estate I now occupied was paid at quite a ransom. Guiltless none the less at the donning an animals skin, it's former epidermis now my armor. I wonder why god made cows so perfect for riding motorcycles and then gave them hooves. god is funny. Evan