2tentacletashed chrome Cthulhu's shrunkenhead of an engine shrunkenheadlocked by said 2 exhausts like chrome tentacles tautened. Leatherette saddle toasty as a witch's familiar in hot tin coven. Panniers of jetblack fibreglass, some shrouded Schrodinger's catcarriers ebon. Sycamores overhang the courtyard walls, primaestival leaves mantisgreen. Sanctum sanctorum of the canopy a penumbral hunter's green. Prima facie: Buddhist biker parkedup for a guidedmeditation. Or p'haps he (or she) is not proverbial easyrider, karmadumping 1-to-1? Stereotypes scream readily to mind like silvermachines of pedestrian fancy; maybe this hog's a trendy vicar's, parishioner riding pillion to the heathen Wellbeing Centre for acupuncture crown of ferns? Whether Hell's Angel of Mercy, Pirsig reader or swami as the Stig, mystery remains for visor on the skid lid stayed down tho' 3rd eye chakra might be open. Where cross cliches of the open road & path to innerpeace, a ***** has been riven thru which a stranger's authenticity outstretches, revving my imagination.