We are great mysteries. No matter what we imagine we may know, even for all the facts we might gather, we don't know each other. Never do, probably never will. Our reputations depend on the opinions of the ill informed. We all have better moments than anybody ever knows, and so do all the others. We are, each one of us, books that are read by critics who only glanced at the chapter headings and the jacket flap. Each one of us is a secret, and on that basis we ought to treat each other with the deepest respect. --

Motorcycles, friends, Art

The Wild One, Easy Rider, PI, Trainspotting, The Dreamers, ....

"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings for we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws"