So yesterday my dad came to my bedroom door as I'm typing away on the computer. He looked at me and said, in a tone of voice that sounded as if he were suggesting a trip to the grocery store, "Wanna go buy a motorcycle tomorrow?"

He completely floored me. I couldn't say anything for about 30 seconds. Then, of course, I said, "Sure! Yes! Who do I have to kill? Can we go tonight?"

I've been wanting a motorcycle for at least a year. (My dad has for decades, but that's irrelevant.) It turns out our landlord is selling his old one to get a new one. And it's in good condition, and for a great price.

None of us in this house (of my dad, my sister, and me) knows a thing about motorcycles, so we'll have to go take classes and stuff before we can actually ride it. I don't know many details about it, but it's uh...red and black, and it's got a windshield, and a couple storage box-like bags, and it looks insanely complicated to drive. I managed to pick up that it's a 900cc, and about 650 pounds. I think. I just hope I learn it in time to drive it a bunch before I go off to college.

Ayako