Courtesy of Ol' Remus.
Scroll down to "Remus and the Dinosaurs". Read and enjoy.
My Harley is the closest thing I have to this feeling of raw power. Every time I go for a ride and slap, not roll, the throttle open I'm reminded how enthralling a mass of churning power like that can be. During 0 to some number higher than 60, everything else goes away and you can just feel the now.
Some day when I have more time than things to do, I'd like to build a custom bobber out of discarded bits from the local cycle graveyard and a welder. It's on the todo list.
Simple pleasures.
