The Saturday Afternoon Routine

Every Saturday afternoon (and somehow, always right after we've put Curtis down for a nap) our next door neighbor fires up his motorcycle, rattling our entire house. That's all fine and good, people have motorcycles. But I don't think the neighbor really likes riding it, he just likes starting it. He'll get it going, then turn it off. Get it going, and then maybe drive it around the block. Repeat, repeat, repeat. 

Makes me want to get a motorcycle.