How in hell I reached 64 is beyond me. That said, I indeed exceeded 63 - and 53 and 43 and even 33. How - beyond a good deal of luck - I'm not remotely sure. I have witnessed a lot of pretty good men die.
Anyway, up yours, it's MY 64th. And, on this joyous yet solemn occasion, here's a party song.
How did I spend my afternoon? I rode a 10 km. stretch of the island hwy looking for trouble. Nothing seen. And so I set my hair on fire - 130 mph. There's an enormous serenity that comes with that, not that I expect you to believe it. One mistake, no matter how slight, and it's over but it doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter.