Eyes are fixed upon another dream, With features beyond belief, Like a scarlet witch, Who, Upon greater detail, Becomes a haunting shade, Teasing with the immaterial, Whilst a reality screams to be seen, For a curse is at play here, As no lenses can be found, Fixed upon the eyes of the dreamer immortal.
Up over houses, And between soft green leaves, Is a gentle blue haze, That gives new meaning, To a glorious breath, seized deeply, And from a silent window, For although the clouds have gone, And the sun has glanced back, I find - thankfully - There's still rain.
Warning: may contain a rant Sometimes I really feel the vitriolic energy of people who complain about certain media outlets; I understand why they are so vigorously opposed to some of them but not others. I'm honestly not interested in nurturing that mindset within myself, but I can't deny the fact that they so easily… Continue reading The Media Ignores Riders
Video games have great potential these days, be it by helping people simply relax after work, or improving mental health. Hell, there's even a Tank Mechanic Simulator if you want to get prepared for when the next military flash-point occurs. Yet, as much as I like shooting big guns, this isn't the purpose of this… Continue reading Forza Horizon Carried Me Through
I was recently reading this article in MCN and it got me thinking; is there something more sinister looming on the horizon, portent to us bikers in particular? In summary: "The Department for Transport (DfT) has announced that we could see self-driving cars on UK roads by the end of 2021, leading to renewed concerns… Continue reading Will self-driving vehicles be a risk to bikers?