You ride a vintage motorbike - you transcend time. You glean immortality, but you stay a while longer. Then, for a while, you are a demi-God. Then it's time to go home and feed the cats.

Some people say it better than others: "I could get used to this riding motorcycles around stuff. The long haul has a Zen quality--you are totally there, and yet hours pass unnoticed, and it's 2:30 in the afternoon and you know you should eat, but don't really want to stop...  Good to be alive."
                                Quote by: Eric Lamberts

So, where do you take your vintage bike?