be still my beating bicycle.

I have googled and googled but am yet unable to find the vision of beauty that rolled up next to me at a red light today. This is the closest I could find:

And as I stared at said Norton (the one i saw was a Triumph, specifically), hovering beside my modest velocipede, i suddenly felt the fictional anxiety of what it is to be a conventional man with a proverbially small penis. I understood everything.

Of course, being a girl, somewhat non-conventional by nature, and having no penis to speak of, i just gawked lovingly as it zoomed off into the distance.