Bike porn.

While on a walk, the Mean Man and I came upon an Enfield motorcycle. We couldn't tell if it had been restored, or was a vintage replica. Either way it was gorgeous and it felt a bit sacrilegious that it was parked on the street rather than in a garage. Looking at the bits of rust on the pipes, we discussed proper motorcycle care. The Mean Man burst out, "If I left this bike out on the street, you would chew my ass out for not bringing it into the living room during the winter!"

Damn right I would harass him. Some bikes are art that deserve to be babied and cared for so indulgently.