Living the dream

There's sarcasm in the title no doubt. Few elements encapsulating the epitome of the westernized dream are amiss in my life. Sure there's always bigger, better, and shinier (motorcycles, for example) but I have it all.

 However, some days, some mornings, it's difficult to recall my good fortune enlisting instead the mannerisms of an inhospitable, chained and indentured pit bull before a scrap. I ate traffic from the right lane and shoulder like a nefarious 2 year old eating smarties. And I loved it.

 

...and the ride home: