I slammed the phone into it's cradle, hanging up on the person on the other end of the call. I was so pissed I couldn't see straight. Usually that saying isn't taken too literally but after I hung up I turned, took one step and placed my face into the corner of the kitchen door frame. After that I wasn't seeing straight.....dats a fact. It takes a lot for me to get cranked enough to hang up on someone (other than tele-marketers)...but I was there. And I don't know why I expend the effort to get all pissed at anything. I not big enough to hurt anyone but myself. I staggered from the kitchen and back the hallway past my 18 year old son's room. From inside his room I hear mumbling......."anger management" is all I could make out. "Yeah, I chuckled, That's what I need!" Sarcasm so thick it was dripping from my words. Anger management..."HA!" Two-wheeled therapy is more like it. That's what I needed and it was waiting out in the work shed in the form of a KLR250......... I changed clothes, grabbed my old POS Fuji S5000, threw on some riding gear and unchained the KLR.....15 cubic inches of ANGER MANAGEMENT! I kicked some life into it and pointed it in the direction of town. After stopping for gas I headed for the backroads and a little "West and wewaxation."......... Stop. The smell of horses. Good for the (my) soul. I was born and raised not too far from here. Four brothers shared one small bedroom in a tiny house...two bunks, a couple dressers for clothes and the whole world to explore. There's only three of us now....since 1979. These roads, I haven't traveled much in later years, but they are as familiar as if I had rode them just yesterday. Let's go KLR...manage my anger..... Stop. I dig rust.... Rusted old relic. Not worth a damn.....but there is something here............. More management please.......... Stop. Reflect...... One day all this anger won't amount to...................... anything. So keep up the good work KLR. I'm startin' ta feel better.