Count your blessings, son.

That's what I thought last night as I was cruising on home on the Sportster, taking it easy with the rebuilt engine, as this dude glided past on a Ducati Monster and effortlessly disappeared over the hill and down the so called olympic avenue that cuts through the beautiful Pamphili park.
Then I thought that "glode" sounds better than glided. Then I thought you must be a special kind of dude to pilot a glider, and that it must be the thinking man's aerial vehicle of choice. Then I thought that if the 1200 engine had been fully tested it might have been a different story last night. Count your blessings, son...