Motorbikes and Streetcars and Modulations

I have a new motorbike. You can see it to your right there. It goes "vroom vroom", just as I imagine a motorbike to go. That's Lara sitting on the motorbike, and the new boy- I still can't remember his name- standing behind her. I put him in pants because I don't like his legs as much as Lara's. I ordered the motorbike a few months ago- I decided that I need a motorbike, to go with my fingerless gloves. So I had the ChanelBike made. It's rather chic, no? Actually, I shot a campaign with it too- I suppose those images will be out at some point, although it's really just an excuse to get the bike. I'm going to be like Marlon Brando on that bike. You know, I look pretty good with my shirt off. Not that I'm going to show you. I'm too old for that- I did it when I was younger. I do intend to ride around the streets on my motorbike, though. Cruise through, as the kids say.

I wrote an ode to my motorbike:

Oh Motorbike,
The feel of the wind sweeping through my hair on a cold Parisian night with Lara behind,
And the swept streets and the mute lights and the storming gravel,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas
'Neath sunken skies,
And the clattering chatter of onlookers,
Highwayman Karl,
High collar and suit and gloves,
Shirt doused as Jil Sander at the Opera,
Highwayman Karl