Usually my bike goes sleeveless, but today it was just feeling a fashion change, I guess!

You rise above the vulgar morass of this life and take flight with aesthetic beasts of myth and legend. You become... Unicorn Motorcycle Rider.

Or, "The Laptop Meets the Blacktop."

With all this talk of the bath salts zombie apocalypse going around, I think I'm going to play it safe and get me one of these!

... this... uhh... this thing!

I hear its owner once killed eight moosen in the Adirondacks... ... with his bare hands... ... in his sleep...