Things that keep me awake at three AM: Bear with me on this one, when sperm is released into a woman they don't all race to the egg at breakneck speed to get there first. They swim as a group and surround the egg. They then proceed to attach and push the egg around swimming with their tails to get it up to a speed of eight rotations per minute. 8 is also the symbol for infinity. They do this dance for a while and as they run out of energy one of them will break through to fertilise the egg. Human life begins not with a race or competition but with dancing to the tune of the infinite
RIP Easyriders. After being the rude, crude, funny, informative, educational and just about essential magazine for Bikers since the 70's, Easyrider is no more. Joe Terresi the controlling editor and owner has sold the rights to a German company who want to make it GQ for bikers. I hadn't bought a copy for a long time because it lost it's way and featured big name bike builders over down and dirty homebrewed bikes and lost it's balls pandering to over sensitive types. Maybe it's because the worlds a different place now with everyone apologising for their opinions and playing dress up at the weekend (we're all guilty of this to a greater or lesser extent) but it's gone and I shall raise a glass to it's passing.
