Untitled - June 29, 2002 Gathered along the lower extents of yielding streets is a buzzing sound. Perfect rows of laughing riders that indulge in the innocence of the last minutes of desperate preparation -- wiping down glistening engines proudly. Parallel travelers arrive at the destination, filled with remonstrations of avid and fiercely visible joy, donning (or shedding) their cloak of leather against everything, and nothing at all.