Ah! My motorcycling days…

From my Diary, September 3, 1998:

“Lying in bed in Columbus, Ohio, in one of the shittier Days Inns. Brought the bike into the motel Room - didn't like the look of the parking lot! - The girl who works at the desk clearly missed her vocation, though I'm not really sure if you can call staying at home having sex with your brothers, a vocation!”

Two cans of Guinness on the bedside table. The only thing missing is a rosary beads hanging from the bedpost