When I met my husband Paul Rogers he was working and living in Santa Barbara, California. He had the life to be envied. He told me that he went swimming every day and ate sushi on the pier. But his pride and joy was his dirt bike. He talked about it all the time like it was his girl. He drove that thing up and down the coast and through out the mountains. They were hardly ever separated.
He ended up selling it to chase some girl....but talks about it all the time. When we make our millions I will buy you one Paul! :)